Sleepy slivered, silvered moon,
All but bids a fair good night,
To every child who’ll slumber soon,
He’ll watch from heaven beaming bright.
And stars that twinkle in the sky,
Like fairy dust above the glen,
Will shine and glow ‘til morning's nigh,
Until the sun wakes up again.
Peter Lowell Paulson
January 1, 2011
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