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Apr 2017
The way the piano called into the night,
it wept and danced and moved like
the birch trees brushed by the wind.
The silver of the tree's caught the moon
which smiled,
an unexpected cluster of teeth proved
to the world that there really is a man
in the moon.
Carson Hurley
Written by
Carson Hurley  England
(England)   
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