Allison Moore '96
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By Poetry Prize Winner Allison Moore '96
When I walk in the night
And the stars are all bright,
I look at the moon in the deep blue sky,
I sigh a long, deep sight.
The moon always looks like it’s smiling at me,
It looks like it can touch,
It can smell, it can see.
I wish I could go up there and smile at him,
But I’m down here where it’s dark and dim.
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