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Sunshine - Much Maligned
Sunshine at dawn blasts sunbeam holes in clouds.
A celestial searchlight celebration,
with silent cheers unheard by sleeping crowds
who slept through their snooze alarm dictation.
When sun's up high in sky it's warm and bright
all paramount, pervading, endearing.
People scurry about in new day's light.
Ignoring the sun as source, disdaining.
Noon is so hot, it's time to cover up.
On goes the slip, slop, slap, perhaps a hat.
People duck, hide, in shadows envelop.
Sun becomes a lethal glare to combat.
Sundown, is the only time when sunshine
gets worshipped - toned down, dimmed to red, in shrine.
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6 March 2018
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