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Feb 2020
with ivy.
So, I decided to climb.
But it wouldn’t hold my weight
So, I slid back down
at a speeding rate.

He hung the moon
with rope cheese.
So, I decided to take a bite.
But soon got full
and lost my appetite.

He hung the moon
with horsehair.
So, I decided to make a braid.
But through each twist and turn
I swayed.

He hung the moon
with an olive branch.
So, I decided to give him
another chance.
sandra wyllie
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