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Oct 2019
NO MOON AT ALL

She cries because
there is no moon

in her window.

And can she sleep
with you and mummy

because....
there is a moon

in your window.

She drifts to sleep
in the harbour of our arms.

The moon asks
"Can I go now?"

I nod a yes.
Watch it tiptoe away.

Careful not to
wake her.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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