Sun Spot

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366@40 Day 212 031211

As it grows colder, the days so short,
A glimse of light, is what we caught.
Sat watching the sun, as it sets down,
Her on the hill, at edge of town.

As it grows colder, the night so long,
We look at colours, in sky so strong.
Blue does now fade, reds start to show,
Here on the hill, I love to go.



 
 
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