Taking moon photos,
What is it about the moon?
A lunatic thing?

It fascinates me,
The way it looks and appears,
I like how it hangs.

Manipulating,
My photographs of the moon,
Make it look so strange.
As complex as simple is.
Taking moon photos,
What is it about the moon?
A lunatic thing?

It fascinates me,
The way it looks and appears,
I like how it hangs.

Manipulating,
My photographs of the moon,
Make it look so strange.
Enough nagging doubts,
Escape now, deliverance!
Easy nearly days.
Early no deals?
Endure new development.
Enjoy new delays.
Tonight’s misty moon,
Bright through the nights mistiness.
Can’t help notice it.

It’s round like a ball,
Cratored and pitted so much.
Such a good night friend.
I’m finally home,
It is good, tea and biscuits,
A daily routine.
Calm and in control,
I subscribe to this concept.
Oh no, not today!
Say it as it is,
Sometimes it has to be said!
Unrependant stand.
Don’t speak Portuguese
But like Ana Noura songs,
Seems to calm this beast.
The train’s just pulled in,
People get ready to leave.
The day now begins.
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The moons bright tonight,
Full and moving clouds away,
It shining boldly.

The sky cold and clear,
But still the weather is good.
Spring is keen to come.
The bindings undone,
Pages fall on to the floor.
Covering the cracks.
The cup is half full,
That’s hopeful, yet, getting cold.
The cup’s move aside.
Dramatic white clouds
Fill the blue sky just enough.
To form great contrasts.

We already do,
Judge Conservatives badly,
Such a rubbish job.
New SS style,
In NHS checking service,
For checking migraints.
Ah!, Django’s ‘Nuages’.
Quelle bonne musique, bien sur!
One of my fav’rites.
Django played guitar,
Made me listen, made me learn.
And appreciate.
