My aunt recently sent me a poem I evidently wrote as a child:
Mr. Moon sits up in a nook,
Fishing the tides with his fishing hook.
He pulls the tides in
And he pulls the tides out,
And he swirls the currents all about.
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Way cool! Can I get a print along with the poem?
I shall put that on my project list – it’ll have to wait a week, I’m about to go out of town. I’ll be in touch!