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Red Cherry Red
Poem

The moon was married last night
and nobody saw,
dressed up in her ghostly dress
for the summer ball.

Rising Stars: New Young Voices in Poetry
Poem

We are staring at the moon

and I think for a second we become

wolves again.

Screaming at the stars,

growling at the idea

that this night might end

Zim Zam Zoom
Poem

     Brown rocket

     green rocket

first I've ever seen rocket

best there's ever been rocket

ZIM ZAM ZOOM

 

     Rush rocket

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