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He understands much about nothing
For what is so important to know
I was writing,
and the moon blinked.

Next thing I knew,
my pen was gone,
along with the words
I didn’t know how to say.

I think it wanted to know
what I couldn’t tell anyone,
so it took them.

Now it glows a little brighter.
And I sleep
a little quieter.
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