The man in the moon
Boards his boat every month
And paddles to far-reaching shores
He sails the black waters
In his fluorescent craft
With stars on the starboard and port
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This is probably the only poem that I have completely memorized. Since writing this in April 2005, it comes to mind often when I see the waxing crescent moon. My attempt at computer graphic imaging.
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