Let’s try something different, shall we?  

I wrote this on May 3, 2002 when I was bored in my old room in Bagbaguin.  

It’s silly but I like it enough.

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I can see the full moon

For the third consecutive night

It’s hanging right out my window

Definitely in plain sight

But of course it’s half covered

By the leaves of my tree

And by the inky  black cloud

That forbids me to see

I think there’s something wrong

See the moon’s not as bright

Its yellow’s kind of palce;

It doesn’t give out much light

But I guess it’s just me

Or the light in my room

Or because it’s past midnight

Or perhaps it’s a sign of doom?

I really don’t know 

How this poem is to end.

I guess it’s kind of lame,

Or even stupid to fend

But this it he poem I wrote

That’s not related to love

No, definitely no;

It’s about the full moon above.