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Mar 2011
Tiny bright lights,
Dance through the sky,
When no clouds are in sights.
The move and shift,
Creating obscure shapes,
When through the universe they drift.
But soon a bigger light will flash,
And the party must stop,
When with the dark they dash.
Kal Kirk
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