The Moons the North Winds Cooky
The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that .
.
.
greedy
North .
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.
Wind .
.
.
eats .
.
.
again!
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Vachel Lindsay
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