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One
night a frightful thing happened....
a moonbeam accidentally went aground.
It fell off the moon, stumbled....tumbled,
and bled flights of fancy the entire way down.
Flitting,
flying, dancing...'til gusted away.
Busy
bright beings, a righteous a.m. crowd,
yelled, "Broken! Fixit! Someone! Now!"
Wasn't broke, merely lost--then found...
and quickly labeled, "a cat, horse or cow."
Ranting,
raving...ill, disgusted (yet dismayed).
"Tis
right doesn't matter, 'cause I know who I am,"
gossamer wings spread wide preparing for flight.
With a kiss towards the few, headed out once again
...a child of the other side: reflected sunlight
(with moonlit midnight memories held tight).
Ghostly
echo: ruby slippers tapped thrice.
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