Here is another one I had to bring I know everyone says I can't write poetry and I've no doubt they're right, but poetry isn't about good or bad or I don't think it is, but then I can't write poetry.
A beautiful sight on a clear, cold night but not one to trust burn she never so bright.
Waning is banishing, run! Go away. Send in disgrace and in hurt disarray.
But gibbous is other its more and its less. Its shine is temptation its shape a temptress.
The gibbous moon says try if you dare, be foolish, be young and I’ll meet you there.
Waning is banishing, run! Go away. Send in disgrace and in hurt disarray.
But gibbous is other its more and its less. Its shine is temptation its shape a temptress.
The gibbous moon says try if you dare, be foolish, be young and I’ll meet you there.
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