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Dec 2024
Tonight,
Is cold,
And the moon,
It has a halo,
My father tells me that,
Because of the temperature of tonight,
Though I wonder what if the moon,
Is really just an angel too high up.
The clouds tonight also look like beach waves.
Abbott J Hardison
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Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
(14/M/Rochester NY)   
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