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Fan Dancer

She was a storm cloud strip tease moon tonight
Never for long dropping a nimbus fan
To titillate me with her lunar light
As if I were a moonbeam wanted man.

The billows came and then the billows went,
In kinematics of vorticity;
Dictates some will claim were heaven sent
With judgments lacking specificity.

But I have no mind for the specifics
When by the fire in my camp I write
To compose poetic honorifics
Of how our natural satellite
Sets an ambiance with luminous flux...
More serviceable than a million bucks!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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