A Place Not Meant To Be: 06

#6:  The Day After

As Sol draws the reigns; Chariot of Gold,
and pulls e'er so oft, glitter and specks rise,
it's not yet midday, guess we compromise?
Too late for rise or set, but we're betold,
if there's an issue, Sol will hold midday,
when resolved, Sol will fly the sky till set,
though Sol sees no wrong, let's go on, --contact,
Near up's a day, Cherubs weaker from play,
it's time to go, we'll be back tomorrow,
hopeful, dutiful Cherubs are tireless,
smiling stanch workers, and industrious,
and always giving out joys, ne'er borrow,
remember, make it unforgettable,
they're pretty special and memorable.

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