Sunshine Won'T Die Poem by Bull Hawking
Sunshine Won'T Die
sunshine is the last to die
you may lose the music curling in your ear
think your case with birds is overruled
your eyes my soon surprise
so everything's a blob
you may lose the scent of Autumn
when apples start to bob
but in the sunshine warms you
touches every pore
it doesn't count your money
make you fill a credit app
sunshine just brings you simple joys
and spills them in your lap
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