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Joe Marris Jun 2014
When the moon looks at the Earth,
Does he see what we see?
Or does he see a reflection of beauty?
Chaos, carnage, raging war,
Or does he admire its beauty in awe?
Joe Marris May 2014
To what do I owe this pleasure,
Of sleeping in a warm bed,
No hassle, no malice, no stress,
Just a place to rest my head.

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