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Aug 2010
When I look at the moon, I feel someone looking back.  
He, something, knows how lonely I am.
I turn around; I cannot shake the sense
That standing
Just to my back
Was someone watching me watch the moon,
Helping me to hold you
In my heart.
Copyright Julie Slonecki 2010
Written by
Julie Slonecki
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     Tessa F and Timothy
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