Mar 18 2004
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By Alex Andronov Fiction

As I hung on the corner of the crescent moon

As I hung on the corner of the crescent moon,
I thought to myself. Really? So soon?
So I hung on that corner of the crescent moon,
And sang to myself in the language Walloon.

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