August Moon
You are an august moon, peering through the trees into my east window, telling me it is bedtime.
You are an august moon,
peering through the trees
into my east window,
telling me it is bedtime.
I watched you go from crescent to full,
now waning back to crescent,
soon to disappear until September.
High …
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