Sun At Work
The sun pulls off our blankets and closes ghost banquets
It plucks millions of monsters indoors
Out of closets, and from behind doors
It bully’s lights into submission and pokes eyes, blinding vision
Its rays color shadows all day for fun
And makes berries blush, and the fog run
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