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Lunar Eclipse
I shot the moon,
And made craters.
Her cronies blamed me,
Those sick debaters.
They are omnipresent,
They never leave their cages.
Waiting for me to slip,
Waiting to pounce for ages.
That’s okay now,
For I now see,
The blessing it
Provided me.
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