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Trifold Moon

Moonchild, be free.

Ring the Cloud

Collectively cluttered, we cluster
around the sound of three.
 
I love it when you fluster
around the town with me.
 
I'm here, you know.
Don't fear, you know.
We huddle, we dawdle, we feel.
 
You and your dog,
me and my tree:
We sing. We dance. We swing.
 
I can be up and down,
singing and loud and free.
 
So come around,
sing aloud,
and ring the clouds with me.

 

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