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the day the moon grew huge
By Margaret Pribel

We turned to the neighbors
who had a radio on
we strained our ears
to discern what our brains
couldn’t believe what our eyes saw

The moon, the moon, the moon, the moon
it’s huge, it is huge
It takes up the eastern sky
I could ride my bike on that moon
it’s close, so close
I could touch it if my arm were longer

The neighbor said, the radio said,
the moon is huge, the moon is huge
because of space gasses,
an optical illusion
no one should worry

But I took my bike out anyway
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