100 Year Old Poem

        Judge Mulligan died in 1915 at age 70. His poem lives, even on the Internet:
        “The moonlight falls the softest In Kentucky; The summer's days come oft'est In Kentucky; Friendship is the strongest, Love's fires glow the longest; Yet, a wrong is always wrongest In Kentucky. Kentucky; Moonshine is the clearest, By no means the dearest, And yet, it acts the queerest, In Kentucky.
        “The sunshine's ever brightest In Kentucky; The breezes whisper lightest In Kentucky; Plain girls are the fewest, Maidens' eyes the bluest, Their little hearts are truest In Kentucky.
        “Life's burdens bear the lightest In Kentucky; The home fires burn the brightest In Kentucky; While players are the keenest, Cards come out the meanest, The pocket empties cleanest In Kentucky.
        “Orators are the grandest In Kentucky; Officials are the blandest In Kentucky; Boys are all the fliest, Danger ever nighest, Taxes are the highest In Kentucky.
        “The bluegrass waves the bluest In Kentucky; Yet bluebloods are the fewest In
        “The dove's notes are the saddest In Kentucky; The streams dance on the gladdest In Kentucky; Hip pockets are the thickest, Pistol hands the slickest, The cylinder turns quickest In Kentucky.
        “Song birds are the sweetest In Kentucky; The thoroughbreds the fleetest In Kentucky: Mountains tower proudest, Thunder peals the loudest, The landscape is the grandest — and Politics — the damnedest In Kentucky.”
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I like poetry. I thought this was a very goood poem. The way he described the moonlight falling was very goood. My name means moon also.