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when the celestial judges organized and codified the planetary laws, the moon appeared online but only in the month of June it seemed they, the judges, were literary bent, and had an an affection for simplistic rhythms and rhymes yet the moon, feeling slighted, demanded an audience, asking for redress, demanding a larger share of the celestial apartment complex "Why do the sun and stars appear nightly, and I am kept on ice for eleven months?" the august bodies debated, orbits examined for interstellar larger consequences, and then concluded and herein responded: "Tho the sun appears daily, it is dismissed and tucked away, like a baby for a good night's sleep, to survive its infernal heat the stars, give light too, a special twinkling, but it is a cold, dark one, that only arrives after being in transit for millions of miles, thus exhausted, they are many but minuscule, and many invisible to the untelescoped eye But your wish will be granted with conditions thus: *"nightly you will appear, and your beauty will be magnificent, celebrated, and duly poetically recorded but for this boon, moon, you will supply the gravitational push and pull for poor cousin Earth drag its waters to and fro, an exhausting job, unglamorous, even by Earth's inhabitants cursed who will see you as a plotter, meddler in their global and planetary voyages but like the sun, your portion, but half, like the stars, your light, will be white, cold and hard, but lacking in sparkle that makes the stars so delightful even your appearance nightly will be occasional incomplete, sometimes you will be quartered, even halved, even slivered, and once a year the sun will eclipse your   entire lunar glory!"* the moral of the story, if you think moon and June, make a good poetic rhyme, you gonna end up working a lot harder, pushing and pulling, dragging your best good stuff from where the sun don't shine
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
how the moon got what it wished for...
when the celestial judges organized and codified the planetary laws, the moon appeared online but only in the month of June it seemed they, the judges, were literary bent, and had an an affection for simplistic rhythms and rhymes yet the moon, feeling slighted, demanded an audience, asking for redress, demanding a larger share of the celestial apartment complex "Why do the sun and stars appear nightly, and I am kept on ice for eleven months?" the august bodies debated, orbits examined for interstellar larger consequences, and then concluded and herein responded: "Tho the sun appears daily, it is dismissed and tucked away, like a baby for a good night's sleep, to survive its infernal heat the stars, give light too, a special twinkling, but it is a cold, dark one, that only arrives after being in transit for millions of miles, thus exhausted, they are many but minuscule, and many invisible to the untelescoped eye But your wish will be granted with conditions thus: *"nightly you will appear, and your beauty will be magnificent, celebrated, and duly poetically recorded but for this boon, moon, you will supply the gravitational push and pull for poor cousin Earth drag its waters to and fro, an exhausting job, unglamorous, even by Earth's inhabitants cursed who will see you as a plotter, meddler in their global and planetary voyages but like the sun, your portion, but half, like the stars, your light, will be white, cold and hard, but lacking in sparkle that makes the stars so delightful even your appearance nightly will be occasional incomplete, sometimes you will be quartered, even halved, even slivered, and once a year the sun will eclipse your   entire lunar glory!"* the moral of the story, if you think moon and June, make a good poetic rhyme, you gonna end up working a lot harder, pushing and pulling, dragging your best good stuff from where the sun don't shine
I woke up and wrote this down, cause the moon was haughty and got caughty showing up in the morning sky, and subsequently was grounded, for a month! You should see my stupid grin, I think my face just cracked..
nat-lipstadt
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
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