Suns Wrath
Solar flare-burst; the sun throws its tantrum;
a clean burn this time.
Irritating Sol’s not a good idea; he’ll hurl fire at Earth.
Spark his rage, you’ll be sorry; he’ll do more than
tan your hide!
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