The Waltz of the Moon and the Tides
The Waltz of the Moon and the Tides
By John T Haupt
Ebb and flow,
Wax and wane,
The moon doth grow,
doth glow,
Then shrinks again.
It pulls the tide,
Then lets it go—
Wax and wane,
Ebb and flow.
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