Chocolate Moon

When I was young,
the sky was free,
and my hair was
long.
The moon was beautiful,
but it wasn't cheese,
and I wanted it
to be chocolate.
I imagined my
happiness,
when the chocolate
melted away,
totally and completely,
making my day.
When I was young,
the sky was free,
and my hair was long
as I stared at my
chocolate moon.





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