< The Weary Blues
MARCH MOON
The moon is naked.
The wind has undressed the moon.
The wind has blown all the cloud-garments
Off the body of the moon
And now she's naked,
Stark naked.
But why don't you blush,
O shameless moon?
Don't you know
It isn't nice to be naked?
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