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The Moon

A little girl was on a swing
Trying to catch the moon
That's when the butterfly,
Popped out of her cacoon
"You can never catch the moon,
As it is so high." Said the little butterfly
When the brown owl came to speak,
She was a little shy
"Hooty hoot!" Said the owl
As she finished her meal which was in a bowl
"The moon looks like it's near, but it is not."
The owl was telling lies,
The girl thought
The girl stared at the moon,
When owl went back into her nest
And the butterfly went back into her house,
And into her room
They all heard a voice which said,
"I'll be coming soon!"
It was the moon!!
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  1. T.SrinivasanOctober 7, 2020 at 9:28 AM

    Wow shriyandhaa your drawing and your poem both morvelous.iam so happy shriyandhaa God bless you.
    Pushpa Patti

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  2. AarthiOctober 7, 2020 at 11:03 AM

    Amazing shriyadha..Keep up the good work..

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  3. HariniOctober 7, 2020 at 12:42 PM

    Awesome Shriyandhaa 😊 keep writing more & more dear ❤

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  4. munisOctober 7, 2020 at 2:00 PM

    Superb...Keep it up!

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  5. UnknownOctober 7, 2020 at 8:01 PM

    Super drawing and collection of words. Super thought. Keep rocking. Radha

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  6. n a n d u _ m a nOctober 7, 2020 at 10:44 PM

    Lovely one.

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  7. SubhashreeOctober 10, 2020 at 7:15 AM

    Excellent Shriyandhaa...Both drawing and your poem are display of your hidden talents. Keep writing ..and drawing too ..👍

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  8. SubhashreeOctober 10, 2020 at 7:21 AM

    The above comment is from Subhashree aunty

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