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Moon of Yellow Gold

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That, oh so sweet smell of pines,

Fills up the evening's air just fine.

Standing on my front porch steps,

So gives me such a peace of mind.


Big yellow moon, sitting there on high,

You're always such a special sight.

As not a single cloud to be seen,

There in the dead of the night.


Frogs and crickets all do chime in,

playing their parts in a symphony,

Mosquitos buzzing about my head,

nightbirds join in this rhapsody.


A quiet hush comes over the scene,

as brown deer, all to scurry on by.

A big racoon so seems to swoon,

His silhouette of gold in the sky.


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