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Oh Happy Moon
By Brett A. Starr on February 10, 2019
You’re slender arc sneaks through the dark, of Great Lakes’ frosty sky
A winter’s treat for us to greet so cool this faintly night
I fantasize your keen disguise you sit above the West
Your curves of white traverse the night and shine their golden best
Your size immense of late sequence fades in the crispy eve.
How quick you fall it makes us all rest back and briefly grieve
And yet there’s hope no need to mope for what’s about to come
The growing light that ends the night with the Eastern warming sun.
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