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Crescent moon

                           Crescent moon
There was once a girl  with a tattoo of a crescent moon.
It was the color of a sterling silver spoon.
The tattoo was on her upper shoulder blade,
Sometimes it would turn the color of jade.
She was special with the gift she was born.
She was promised to keep it a secret that was sworn.
She could move things with her mind ,when she thought of it,
She was very strong with her grip.
When she used her power the tattoo would glow,
One day she would  let the world know.
On a very windy afternoon her tattoo started to burn,
Then all of a sudden there was a crash on the u turn.
The  car flipped and landed on top of the man,
He was trapped ,and he was reaching with his hand.
The car was leaking gasoline,
All the people was worried at the scene.
Within a moment she begin to left the car up and out of sight,
She went over and helped the man and said sir,you are going to be alright.
The people cheered her all afternoon,
She was so blessed to have the power of the crescent moon.



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