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Apr 2015
The Moon saw fit to shine
because it had  nowhere else to go
she sang a song for the apple boughs
because they were  bountiful
The Moon sighed to  heaven
as though in a wild  moment
she wanted the sea to lull
under  lunar lapse
for she sought to draw a  line
between the golden apples and her whispered  shadow
she was tired,so tired of  casting her modesty
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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   --- and Cecil Miller
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