11:48 - 03.03.03
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I promise I promise I will finish the update (not that anyone cares, it's mostly just for me) but I have to say this to make someone who reads this smile.

One night, when there was a clear moon, I sat down to write a poem about maple-trees.

But the dazzle of moonlight in the ink blinded me, and I could only write what I remembered.

Therefore on the wrapping of my poem I have inscribed your name.

One hour....hmmmm. I don't think it can be done....

mooningly,

mudgirl

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