2-5-2015
Individual clouds stole the sky
Pounding their staffs
Upon the roof of the coach
Rattling towards June
But all they reached was the moon
The father of Earth’s night
Who proposed to Venus,
Our Madame Midnight
Only hours could hold them apart
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