Science-Poetry

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By: Joel Turner Competition Year: 2012 Votes (0) | Comments (0)

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While many learned men would fight,
About how to keep our lights,
About coal or wind, gas or sun,
To keep our darkness slight,
It seems to me,
Quite clear to see,
There’s nothing to be done,
‘Cept huddle close
And hope we all
Can see by clear moonlight.