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                        I saw the moon through

                         the trees.

                         tonight.

            The breezes were cold.  But, the moon was warm.

     A process that never gets old.    

   A wonderful story over and over and over told.

It does rise.  It does set.  A really, really, safe bet.

A moon wise.  

I wonder what it, with her eyes has seen in between.

      Up in the sky.  I could see it with my eye.

  I could see it through the trees.  See, a long way from me.

A moon, so big, silent, and stil.  

Yet for me see, a real thril.

         I, at the top of the hill.

It looks so close.  

I can't believe it is over 200,000 miles away

                   But, the facts dont deceive.

   It was dark.  The moon was big and bright and light.

                       I felt the cool breeze.