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						WHAT I DID IN THE MOONLIGHT by James Lee Jobe 
						
						I planted my grief in freshly turned earth A tree grows there now You should see the size of it
  I filled my wheel-barrow with all my pointless regrets I put them out by the curb A truck will pick them up on Thursday
  I spent some time following my cat She led me all around our yard stopping to rub her face in mint I rubbed my face in mint, too
  The moon shone on and on  climbing higher above the park across the street "Who can stay awake longer?" I asked her as she began her long arc back down						 
						
						
						
						
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