T'was the moonset
Everything was asset
The trees were inplaced
and the kids were clean faced
The people arose
Just to see the very toes
Of the sun appear
There was nothing to fear
The moon would come back a high
Just like the birds would a fly
Now the fisherman pulls the fish
He makes a grafedly wish
He pulls out his sunnet
And hopes for the moonset
-Derek T. 7th Grade
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