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5/4/2025 for Write Fifteen Beautiful Lines Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France
Acute Childhood Astronomical Paranoia
In the sky, a brightly shining sun
is sending rays to catch someone,
but 'neath the trees I swiftly run.
Now, the hunt is taken by the moon,
but she won't snatch me very soon.
I peek from bed at that cratered goon,
who, undaunted, does then recruit
reinforcements, evil stars that shoot
twinkles at me, in hot pursuit,
but I'm laughing, oh so loud,
stars in bed, sun behind a shroud.
What's this - I'm chased by a cloud!
Everything in the heavens, high,
is after me, an important guy.
Do you know the reason why?
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