A smile was hanging in the sky
When I glanced up last night.
It seemed so like the Cheshire cat,
It filled me with delight.
I rarely see a moon like that
Back east, where I reside;
And if I said I didn't care,
You'd know that I had lied.
For how could anyone not love
A sky that holds a smile?
Few sights that Nature tosses out
Can really so beguile.
I think it was a waxing moon,
So soon it will grow large;
But it would stay a smile forever
If I were in charge.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
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