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Jun 2019
When I met the moon
It was a terrible noon
Both laughed
Until I coughed
I was covered with dust
The moon created crush and lust
It introduced to me rocks
That stood to mock
It's uneven surface blocked
And my sentiments were knocked
Written by
Uma natarajan
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