For Eve Roper's 'Nursery Rhymes only' Poetry Contest.
Claire Catt was having tea one afternoon Reading a book, as blue birds sang a tune. The cat sat, loving fragrant breezes of June; Until she saw red sun, chasing pale moon! Claire jumped up yelling, 'Nothing is right! For how can gold sun, run into black night?' But, orange sun returned, with dawn light. Then Claire said smiling, now all is right!
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