The moons considered a girl you know?
Because it goes through cycles.
I love the moon.
More than the sun.
Sorry sun...
I stare at the moon often.
Well, there goes another lunatic.
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Plain Jane
PoetryWhy are you so plain? Hmm? Plain, you're plain. 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧 Poetry by yours truly.