Gardens On The Moon Poem by Gillian Commerford

Gardens On The Moon



There may be gardens on the moon
and children gliding by on a silver spoon
and a dog that never barks
and a cat that only purrs
and a funny old man
who laughs and laughs and laughs
till the tears run down his cheeks
and only weekends in each week.

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