Another full moon tried to slip by me
But I caught it in my purple-
Flowering tree full of bees all day
Humming along scenting the air
But now at night a factory locked up
Bright moon peering into its windows
Turning all its blossoms black
I'd just slipped out
For a late night look
When that light accosted me
The people of the moon
Surrounding and whispering to me
And then we all stood still
While her majesty rode past
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