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His Trip To The Moon limerick

There once was a boy we called chase-face he dreamed of reaching outer space. With this dream in his heart our family will part and this boy we never could replace. We all dreaded that day late in June when we knew he would fly to the moon. So a party we had even though we were sad as the countdown was scheduled for noon. Chase couldn't get rid of the grin or the drool that was right on his chin. He was laughing so loud while we stood watching proud. His journey would finally begin. The trip was a total success. Of course, we expected no less. We've done all we can. He now is a man and all that he sees he will bless.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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