I wonder
if the moon dreads the sun rise
when the party’s over and
the stars take off their
dancing shoes
moonbeams pack up
their instruments until
the next gig
the silky black curtain
is lifted and
daytime sun gives a
solo performance
there is no room for a
leftover moon
rhymeswithbug 
I really like this, and I wonder, too.
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thanks! 🌜
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Poor Moon!
–coal (Fireblossom in WordPress clothes)
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This is magic ~~~
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why, thank you!
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Ha. Super charming. k.
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thanks!
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I love this unique perspective. Never thought of night as a musical gig, but I like it!!!!!!
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thanks very much!
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I love the line breaks and the unique perspective.
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thanks so much!
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This is clever. I would love to witness it!
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🙂 thanks!
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Party’s over and that’s it! Thus ends one gig and over to the next. Never ending story!
Hank
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for sure!
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always room for Moon, in my book ~
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me too 🙂
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This is enchanted!
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aww, thanks!
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Love this!…especially the ending “there is no room for a leftover moon”
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thanks!
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