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June 20, 2007
The poet invited the moon for supper, and ten minutes before she was due a note was slipped under his door. It read,

"Iím sorry, I was all dressed up and on my way when I realized I could not show my face. You see, every night you go to the pond and stare down at the waters, look at my reflection and admire my beauty. But you have never thought of looking up and seeing me for what I really am. You have fallen in love with my reflection, poet, and by doing so have stolen meaning from me."