Shooting Star


I took a ride on a shooting star. We stopped by the moon. We shot across the sky. By the other stars we flew. They twinkled as we passed. People saw us light the night,making wishes on our flight. We landed softly on the other side of the moon. My shooting star then winked at me and said "now close your eyes and make a wish." I closed my eyes and made my wish. When I opened them, my shooting star was gone and all our wishes had come true.

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