What I See by Sandra Jackson

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May 2012

The bright blue sky
Against the waxing crescent moon
Glows as bright as a light
There is a ****
Sitting on the right
And an oak tree
Standing in front
Then there is me
Waiting for the hunt

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Sandra Jackson

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