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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
The Moon by P.B. Shelley (7)
The Moon made me view the actual moon in a different light. This poem made it mysterious and mystical. In the following verse,"The moon arose up in the murky east A white and shapeless mass," I like the image it implants in my mind. It is bright white, it shines, and has a
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