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(poetry diary 90) I was going to post an excerpt from/link to some profound political poem today, but I’m too exhausted. Instead, here’s the nursery rhyme that I’ve had all Super Moon week. It was taught to me by my mother, years ago:

I see the moon, and the moon sees me,

God bless the moon, and God bless me.

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from Mandatory