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A WAND'RING MOTH
I'm a lonely moth who wanders;
Seeking friendship with the moon;
Who I know will give me room;
In his heart, there's a place I called home.
He has a lamp as old as he;
Flamed by gas that gives it light;
I, the wand'rer, couldn't resist;
It's calling me home, it doesn't desist.
I was told not to stay near;
For I'm not safe when it gets hot;
But my eyes to light behold;
My inner soul surrenders all!
©Leah C Dancel
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