I Stole the Moon
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On a clear night, I stole the moon
and placed it in a gold locket.
Acting like a wealthy tycoon,
I tucked it into my pocket.
I tried to impress all the girls
with my pretty shiny object.
And yet, unlike a string of pearls
a magical moon was suspect.
It wasn't long before I knew
that it looked better in the sky.
And so, I put it back like new
nonetheless, it was worth a try.
(Quatrain)
6/12/2018
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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