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we made the moon ( noom eht edam ew )

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we lit the sun
with matches & straw
on whitsun
eighteen eighty four

my, what a sight
flaming ball of light
a lantern
after shafts of night

we peed the seas
mixing pop with tea
& coffee
– a cacophony

’til oceans flowed
where land disappeared
sages swear
stroking floating beards

we made the moon
with cheeses & glue
in april
nineteen ninety two

probably the first
before midday
that was all us
– or so we like to say

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