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Moonstruck

d’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #31 – still

Moonstruck

every morning finds you sneaking out
peeking around a star as morning comes
tapping, flapping its arms in (de)light
you leave me moping, hoping to see you
when the sun sets its head upon a cloud
closes its shiny eyes – but
I love you still

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