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Friday, March 18, 2022

WORM MOON

There was the big old Worm Moon hanging in the sky,
From above my head to the horizon, the little stars would fly,
There the Worm Moon stood as the winter waned,
All dark dimpled, its surface stained,
Till from the edge of the earth the daylights pry.



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