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A crescent moon,
a winter sky.
It’s Jan, not June.
A red balloon,
way up high,
with crescent moon
from cold immune.
Let snow lie,
it’s Jan, not June.
A blue lagoon,
the deep blue sky.
The crescent moon
some cryptic rune.
The senses fly.
It’s Jan, not June.
Back home soon
warm and dry.
A crescent moon.
It’s Jan, not June.