The Moon. Poem by Roy Storey

The Moon.



You say, you do not
know what freedom is
its your and mine.
Travling any where you like
in this band of time.
The lakes and the rivers
a summer night in june.
With three wishing rings
all a round the moon.

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Patricia Gale 13 May 2006

Lovely, the moon and all her glory. Patricia Gale

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Roy Storey

Roy Storey

10 september 1939
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