the moon

I said to the the moon "Who are you?"
The moon said "I'm the moon."
The moon said to me "Who are you?"
I said "I'm me. What good is it to be the moon?"
The moon said "I'm good because I light up the sky when it's nighttime and the sun is gone."
"AH" I said "that's good because if you didn't all kinds of bad things might happen and stuff."
"What good are you?," said the moon.
"I'm me," I said "I told you."
"What good is it to be 'me'?" the moon axed.
"I don't know. That's what it means. I'm trying to figure out what good it is to be me."
"So that's what good you are. You figure out wht good you are."
"Yes. Deffinitely." I said.

"So how does it help you to sit in the middel of the dark and talk to yourself"
"I'm talking to the moon."
"No, you're talking to yourself."
"I guess I'm trying to figure out waht good it is to be me."
"okay."

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