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Feb 2017
Some nights
the moon moves
slow like a snail
and sometimes
it looks like
a Captain's wheel
on a ghost ship
setting sail
across a dark sea
and then
there are times
it reminds me
of, oh,
I don't know
a ****** toenail
that hurts
like a heart yearning
to be free.
Written by
Woody  In the dark woods.
(In the dark woods.)   
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