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Moons Waiting

Ginger Fry

She stands there,
Waiting for her time to play.
What time is it?
Is it day or night?
It's not Night,
If it was night,
She would be out.
She would fly the sky,
Ruining the land for Sun.
What a disaster,
Poor sun.
Moon a burden,
In the night sky.

(C) Ginger Fry
08/17/2020


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