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Sonnet To The Moon

Poem By Yvor Winters

It is a service we provide,
To meet an ever booming need
Of customers that are world wide,
Of all religion, race and creed.
We scout the park and shopping mall,
Looking for what's in such demand.
You stroll into our beck and call,
And what we want is at your hand.
Satisfied you have the right stuff,
Making exchange is simply styled.
One of us distracts you enough,
To let the other take your child.

It's nothing personal, you see;
But we like that fat finder's fee.

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You did a good job distracking me til your last few lines. Very effective. Yet I still see them running into 7-11 with their motor running, leaving them warm in their car-seat for 'you.'
Wow this poem snuck up on me, I forgot what the title read when i started reading it and was in shock towards the end of the poem. Good write tho! **Hugz** CC


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