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Under The
Moon
I wanted to write you
A poem under the
Full moon,
But I fell asleep,
And in the world of
Sleeping, my head in
Your lap, you didn’t
Really want to listen,
Your lips glistening
Your eyes dancing
You took my pen
And paper, threw them
Down, slipped your
Gown and showed me
How real poetry is written.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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