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POEMS FOR NOONE
 
By David Eide
 
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A Certain Moon
There is a certain moon that flies through certain cruel skies.
You can see it through the blossom limbs where lovers dream 
                      Forbidden things;
“Well, what is forbidden today?” asks she. “Only that we should understand
Our loving,” answers he.
 
   
  
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