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Sister Moon
She watches over me When it's dark in the sky Her twinkling daughters Are my friends and my family When she shows her fullest face I long to float up ...
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The (hopefully) Never Ending Poem
Here... I'll start... Just continue... Every month I'll gather up what we have and post it together... I love the way...
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I'm tired of being compared to her. Her clothes are perfection, Her straight hair is pure gold, You watch as she passes. I watch from the side lines, I try ...
