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The moon rose quick to kiss the east
And blushed its cheeks in rosy rhyme
Drew back the starry-curtained feast
And made the reach his bloody crime
O clean me, moon, the sky did chime
And washed he did with pearly fleece
Then painted her with stars, sublime
To dress for eve ... as day had ceased.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay" Poetry Contest, Charles Messina, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2020
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