Just passing through
This corner of the universe,
Stranger and couldn’t help
Noticing round these parts that
Your moon goes through
Its phases like it was
Some sort of zombie,
And all that plus
The look on your face tells
Me more than likely
You’ve been through something
Similar and back, too—why
Else should it be so
Familiar and smacking
Of moldy green
Cheese, too?
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