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A Poem by Moon
In a wood there stands an orchardAnd swollen beneath its bough - golden, green and red;An apple - though worn, froths and sweats --Juice like summer r..
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A Poem by Moon
Come with me to the woods before dawn,To a place upside of a tree;Before leaves are washed by the Sun's goldAnd we forget what the Father told --Befor..
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