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Moon

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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