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About This Poem
Midnight Goose
A
Solitary
Sound
Calling in the distant
Forgotten by day
Alone in the night
No one to cheer
only
the
Crescent Moon
Sparking a glimmer
Off a distant pond
Miles ahead
Miles to go
Strange shapes clutching
Every breath
Sounding alarm
Every tenth stroke
Hoping for response
Hoping
For
Response
12/01/11
12:22am
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