The moon's a waxing crescent
(If my husband knows his stuff)
And it's wonderful to stare at;
I just cannot get enough.
'Cause tonight I'm in the suburbs
Where there's lots of open sky,
I can see it very clearly
With some stars a'twinkling by.
Since my home base is the city,
I don't often have the chance
To experience this vision
Filled with beauty and romance.
So I'll gaze a bit in wonder
For at least a little while
At this perfect waxing crescent
Which both forms and brings a smile.
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