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Wrong Side

The moon is on the wrong side of the house tonight.

From the kitchen, she is full, flaunting and quite a vamp. She shows

From my desk, she is always evasive and obscured. A slice here or
there. Maybe a slip of calf.

She intrigues me so.

Maybe is is the dark sky against which she resides.

But her brilliance shines, making even sun shade.
- Mary O. Fumento, 2008




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