Moon Song

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Title:     Moon Song
Author: Hilda Conkling [More Titles by Conkling]

There is a star that runs very fast,
That goes pulling the moon
Through the tops of the poplars.
It is all in silver,
The tall star:
The moon rolls goldenly along
Out of breath.
Mr. Moon, does he make you hurry?

[The end]
Hilda Conkling's poem: Moon Song

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