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Submitted a 53-word poem to Press53 today. That’s strange, no stars? Our wheels suddenly whistled: “Hey, do you hear the tire?” “It’s fine, the rain does that sometimes. Hey, look at my window, you see the moon? Doesn’t it look like it's winking at you?” Whoa, I’ve never seen a moon this bright; guess it ate all the stars tonight.
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