There is a rabbit in the moon,
I think I'll call him June,
But rather then hopping,
he seams to like stopping,
and waching me from the sky.
He is made of craters,
made of dust,
Yet his smile never rusts.
I hold appon the full silver moon,
the the friendly rabbit named June.
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Hello!!
Thank you for reading the first chapter of my poetry book!
I will thake promts and requests if you comment them!
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Poetry, from me to you
PoetryThis will just be a book of poetry I write. As the title says from me to you. I will warn that I am still learnig so it may not be the best but I will try. I do take prompts and requests. Fair warning the poetry will most likely be infuenced by th...
