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The night was troubling.
Not the night.
Then the moon?
No; not the moon but the dreams that it
brought forth.
It was strong.
Insistent. Difficult to lie still in her
glare.
Malevolent?
Questioning.
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Blue moon. Certainly a questionable blue.
I was sitting in my friend, Deb's, front room in Rhos-on_sea, North Wales.
Lovely moon kept peeking out from the clouds.
Found out a day later how special it was.
Last night, saturday, it still looked lovely, as I drove from West London to the SE.
Hue moon
Hue Moon, lieutenant to Ho Chi Min?
Or lover?
Hue decide
So huemerous hueman beings can be.
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