Moonlight Read Count : 49

Category : Poems

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The end of the day is....
approaching. 
Somebody is squeaking,
behind the branches, 
and the mountains. 

Little winding roads,
were illuminated,
by Mister Moon.... 

He never falls asleep, 
between five p. m. and 
the next morning. 

Every hour, 
he seems to be,
in a good mood....
.....always busy...... 
and
very alert!

Occasionally, 
He's laughing..... to me. 
And
finally.... I'm feeling good! 





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