The Moon Last Night
one last glimpse
the half-parted moon
still well pimped
strides elegantly through our avenue
just couldn't see it last night
Early this morning she continued down her lane
gosh, what a job
every month just like that
now as big as a cigarette
well, a little chubbier then
I have to let her go
as best I can
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