one comma poem

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riding a bike in February
I saw two hand-in-hand's
heart-to-heart's, them
never a name whispered
both were silly damps
but the moon
came full and
then it was Easter

next time after Halloween
saw them again
one was bigger
than this moon tonight
hope they are three
after Christmas
I tell ya if them are four
'cause I'm riding a bike