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O moon, why are you vain tonight?
inflated with yourself so bright
I walk this forest meadow lit
by your luminescent grin
You cause the trees to cast about
as giants stumble when they doubt
from shadow creatures thin and stout
the crickets make a din
I see a chanted castle grand
upon a misted hilltop stand
it’s stretching out a ghostly hand
that tempts me to come in
The visi...
Tuesday 26th January 2021 6:44 pm
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