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the moon is tired of the lying stars
Who planted this notorious fuchsia tree?
She is alive and glowing, said the moon with glee.
Shining night stars looked down and gave the tree a nod.
They loved her color; felt it was not at all odd.
We see trees like this all the time in May one lied.
The harvest moon rolled his eyes and moved up the tide.
Stars are always trying to trick him with their silly stuff.
He was tired of their tomfoolery and their guff.
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Caren Krutsinger
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