A moon
Can soon
Pull you in,
But, when you
Realize it,
You have to hum
A stupid
Song.
The moon can soon,
Pull you in,
But, you have to hum,
A stupid song,
So when you awake,
Go fetch a book,
Hum, a stupid song, and,
Fall asleep,
To the moons ,
Shiny gaze
On your
Bedrooms
Window.
But, remember a moon,
Can soon, pull you in,
But, when you realize it,
You have to hum, a
Stupid song, so when you wake,
Go fetch a book,
And hum a stupid song
And fall asleep,
To the moons shiny gaze
In your
Spotless
Window.
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This poem was made by my 10 year old cousin, Trudy. Trudy loves the moon, so she wrote it. I have no clue what it means but she says 'you'll find out soon enough, cause it's right under your itching nose.' I am like 'damn, your a wise bitch and I didn't know that and I Am 18.' So yeah. Please follow.
