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The Perfect Moonshot


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At the edge of the winter sky,
A quiet light, broken by the north winds.
I breathe a longing haze,
Through the shimmering icicles.
The shadows stand tall;
Am lost in a gleaming thought,
A shortcut between the sharpened edges.
To get that perfect moon shot

Author:

Besides fantasizing about being a Peter Gibbons at least for a couple of days at my work, I think I have a long way to go to realize some of the other fantasies. But like any ambitious man out there, I will get there! Note: All views expressed in this blog are mine alone and have got nothing to do with my company Cogent IBS, Inc., its employees or any of its affiliates.

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