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She was a long, tall woman,
in a black dress,
when I saw her enter the room.
A vision of loveliness, no hint
of impending doom.

She talked to me at length,saying,
"I don't mean you any harm,'
then grabbed me by hand,
which was on my left arm.

"Come with me, my friend,"
is what she said to me.
"You may have all the pleasure,
and to you it is free."

I won't disappoint about my ,
having a wonderful time.
when, I awoke, from my reverie,
of this dream and it was all fine.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

The Moon's south pole is toward the top left of this detailed telescopic moonscape. Captured on August 23, it looks across the rugged southern lunar highlands. The view's foreshortened perspective heightens the impression of a dense field of craters and makes the craters themselves appear more oval shaped close to the lunar limb. Prominent near center is 114 kilometer diameter crater Moretus. Moretus is young for a large lunar crater and features terraced inner walls and a 2.1 kilometer high, central peak, similar in appearance to the more northerly young crater Tycho. Mountains visible along the lunar limb at the top can rise about 6 kilometers or so above the surrounding terrain. Close to the lunar south pole, permanently shadowed crater floors with expected reservoirs of water-ice have made the rugged south polar region of the Moon a popular target for exploration.

Photo by Lorand Fenyes

Such a great pleasure,
it was for me,
to see you again.
It brought back a memory.

I fairly recall,
our many meetings,
when we said hello,
and voiced our greetings.

I reflect, back,
to that time,
at this moment,
the meeting was devine.

You set the tone,
for my whole day,
strengthening my mood,
helping me on my way.

Wading through,
the cold, cold creek.
My body strong,
my courage weak.

Why am I here,
in the water high,
trying to fish with,
a Royal Coachman fly?

I've always fished,
using live bait,
but wanted to fly fish.
I need patience and wait,

until the elusive fish,
tries to sample my fly.
I'll set the hook,
in the blink of an eye.

Wind blowing cold,
sky growing dark,
branches trembling,
'twas sounding stark.

A long way to go,
to find my home.
I shouldn't have stayed late,
when I should have gone home.

No place to walk,
the sky was pitch black.
I've lost my way,
I've lost track,

of where I was going.
Not a good sign,
when your memory,
is in a decline.

It's early in the morning,
the end of summer's fling.
It will soon be the Equinox,
as Autumn begins its thing.

The 21st or 23rd of September,
is forecast for that to go.
and we will soon have,
a beautiful, Autumn show.

Leaves will turn from,
motley green and brown,
to burst of red and yellows,
as they fall down on the ground.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

A nearby star factory known as Messier 17 lies some 5,500 light-years away in the nebula-rich constellation Sagittarius. At that distance, this 1.5 degree wide field-of-view would span about 150 light-years. In the sharp color composite image faint details of the region's gas and dust clouds are highlighted with narrowband image data against a backdrop of central Milky Way stars. The stellar winds and energetic radiation from hot, massive stars already formed from M17's stock of cosmic gas and dust have slowly carved away at the remaining interstellar material, producing the nebula's cavernous appearance and the undulating shapes within. A popular stop on telescopic tours of the cosmos, M17 is also known as the Omega or the Swan Nebula.

Photo by Gaetan Maxant

September morn,
my brother was born,
He was the youngest of
us all.

Running long,
running short.
Get in shape
or you must abort.

You need the work,
to build your core,
increase your strength,
to exercise some more.

Alongside the angled byways,
a canal of waters pass,
as rainfall follows gravity,
towards a swampy morass.

The roar of waves, beating
against the Ocean shore,
promotes our primal senses,
of what we were before.

The scent of salted sea spray,
assails our sense of smell,
with the sound of Seagulls crying,
completes our return, so well.

When love leaves,
and quickly goes away,
don't give up, for you,
must Rue the day.

Work hard in,
in the life you lead.
Be kind and gentle,
and you may succeed.

If you work in that manner,
be sure your soul doesn't burn.
You may find that
your love will return.

Stay strong,
each and every day,
and fate will find you,
bringing love back into play.