For Moon Poetry Contest sponsored by Seth Pina
We're anthropomorphic beetles on a vine, dear, unorthodoxical friend of mine. Into the indigo sky we'll climb, where the water's warm, my only one, and we'll shed our skins and have some fun, as we go a'swimming in the sun. Tonight, I'll pluck three strings and croon - so won't you meet me very soon to go birdwatching on the moon?
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