For quite some time now,
I have believed
Howard hung the moon.
His hands know just how to hold
To lift off high into the sky
perfectly calculated degrees.
A tug of his lips and that smile
graces the sky, lighting up the night
my eyes upon the moon as I sigh.
The moon is hung in the night sky
as it could only be hung by his hands
I believe Howard hung the moon.
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so nice...
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