Someone once said, the August moon is such a wily artist And upon this magic night, with easy nonchalance He paints sequins upon a darkened lake, while secretly Sending one lone sensuous beam of light, Furtively seeking lovers, unaware So it was this love-soaked night he found us With his probing beam, Stealing through our open window To smoothly, slyly, subtly settle Across
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