Today we have a poem I wrote a little over a year ago, a poem which my mother has shared with almost every friend and relative since. Enjoy!
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Yes, my neighbor gets up
In the middle of the night,
With the sea on his left side,
The moon on his right
He walks to the screen door
Creeps through the pond
Sails through the night sky
And beyond
Oh how I wish
My neighbor was me
And I could sail
Through through the dawn to the sea.
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