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August, 2005
MOON ACRES
by Jose Fuego
The night is divided by sleepers and wakers
I'm manning the gate at foot of Moon Acres
It's shaped like a Pee but you can't really smell it
Leasing is open but they can't really sell it
Birdies a'twitter from 3:15 on
They sing on your porch, they land on your lawn
You better remember they'll not yet be quiet
Toss them a crumb, they ain't on no diet.
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