The Moon Is A Spy
P Patti Masterman
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The moon is a spy
With a silver eye,
Who looks down to spy
On the lovers.
From high in the sky
He can spot any lie;
And he waits on the sly,
As he hovers.
The clouds amble by,
Now the moon wears a smile-
He can tell that the sigh's
For another.
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