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The Wolf and Moon
A lone wolf walks amongst the highest peak.
See's the life of a bright beautiful moon.
The wolf stares in awe and howls, till the lungs feel weak
But notices the moon doesn't move.
He howls louder yet theres no change.
So he tries to climb higher so he can see.
He howls once more.
Mesmerised by a beauty that's so free.
The next night comes, in awe he howls again.
...Monday 25th November 2019 11:28 pm
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