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Posted on May 2, 2018 by Arsenio Franklin
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On the highway
The moon sitting atop a distant bridge
Slowly pulling us forward
On a tide of asphalt
Street lights flash past
Dashes become one line
But the moon never changes
Category: poetry, WritingTags: moon, poem, poetry, tide, Writing
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