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by $Ms.Bossy$ Aug 8, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The sun is shining, very hard. It gives us light. It's the snow's guard. It follows me, Everywhere I go. It's friends with me Also, the people I know. The sun give thought. But not through the night. The sun gives us pleasure. Pleasure with sight.