Chased
The wind chased the sunlight,
And the sunlight bowed to the wind.
I woke-up from my dream,
Sleeping next to the stream.
The dog chased the squirrel,
And I looked at his merriment.
I then slept near a tree,
How happy I could be.
I chased another one,
Down through the forest.
I ran so fast and faster,
I needed to rest.
But I always loved to chase.
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