( * * * * a tease that old moon * * * * )©
I used to think the moon
was made of moldy blue cheese,
cause no matter what i did
it never seemed to please.
One day i saw a fairy
sitting way up high,
she even looked at me in amazement
as if she could cry.
Then out of the blue came an angel boy
and on my heart he strolled,
i know now the moon was only teasing
cause it and all around us has turned to gold!
Copyright ©2007~S@L
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