The Sun Poem by James Pritchard

The Sun



The sun will shine without a Miss,
even though I really do wish.
I could hold her one last time,
I would pay more than 700 dimes.

The sun is bright and blinds my eyes.
It brightens up the skies.
Nature is at a peaceful rest,
and I am on a wonderful quest.
To live my life wit hfame,
not to treat it like a game.

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