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WEATHER POEMS

 

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The sun arose and said: “I think

I’ll touch the clouds and turn them pink."

    The clouds’ reflections in the lake

    Called to the ducks: “You must awake."

 

Ducks then quacked and stretched their wings

And listen!  Now a blackbird sings.

    The blackbird sits high in the tree

    And now his song has come to me.

 

I yawn and stretch, open my eyes

And goodness!  What a big surprise!

    The night has gone, the sun is bright;

    The moon and stars are out of sight.

 

The sun has woken you and me

And it's quite obvious you see      

      That these things happened one by one

       Because the sun was having fun.

 

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