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Mother Moon

On the first day, God screwed the light bulb in and flicked the switch.

Afterwards, he made you; and kicked his feet up on the couch

to let you finish it all off. On the second day, you made everything

grey turn green. For a while, God had assumed himself colour-blind,

and watched with envy as the world sprouted beneath you, the light

given something to look at.

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