They said moon like a shy ent eater, Her beauty covered layer by layer. It takes patient for her appears, Can't denie her shine a breath taker. They said moon loves number, Dislike grammar especially singular. Fifteen is her numeric favour, Without 's' she simply disappear. They said moon is a loner, Stars are never her companier, Human create a festival to cheer her dear, Lighten up the lantern to bring her near. Happy belated mooncake festival...
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