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Blue Moon
In the time
Of the blue moon
On the edge
Of o-nine or o-ten,
Depending I suppose
On which way
You were running
Or looking
Or thinking,
The past
The present
The future
Chimed
As one tune,
The wedge
Of seconds was gone,
And they danced in
Blue moon light
Forever.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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