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Moving The Moon Can you help me ? Where did she come from This time of night, Hanging on to a string Of bright golden light. What would you like me to do? Come catch a good hold And help me along, Move quickly before The moment is gone. Night is not a good time to fly a kite. I’m not flying a kite I do that in June, This time of year I’m moving the moon. You can’t move the moon! Don’t dwell on what You think can’t be done, My dear man do hurry I’ll soon have to run. Hold it here, now just follow me. We panted and pulled And laughed with delight, Two tugging together From left to the right. And believe it or not the moon moved.
Please tell D and the M’s They’ve a goddess inside, To help them whenever They feel mystified. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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