A poem simply sounds the bell, o
f that which words could never tell.
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MOONDANCE
M
y ring-a-ring-o-roses,
Jiving queen,
Whose Mona Lisa
Smile serene,
Confides her secret,
There to glean,
The invisible hides
In what is seen.
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