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Moons
On full moons
And new moons
I think about you
More intensely than
I usually do,
Why in the hell
That is I don’t know,
You’d think I’d
Be used to it by now,
Every month there’s
A full and a new
Sometimes a blue,
Yet moons
Leave me feeling
Like that old street
Piano with the hand
Painted sign,
Play Me,
Please Play Me.
Stephen Nesbitt©
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