Once Upon A Morn' So Early - Poem by Connie Yost
Once upon a morn' so early, the moon's last smile, though soft and pearly, held
a story once foretold,
That all that glistens is not gold, And soon the moon is but a sliver
And those now born are getting old, and magic portions are not sold.
Except to those who's love of life still keep their arrows in the quiver.
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