The Sun
The sun comes up
then too it goes down
usually it just hangs around
in order to light our daily travels.
At times its' hotter then we would like
then other times its' not
even though it shines daily
at times it seems someone forgot
to light up its' pilot light.
When its' hot we complain
when its' not, we complain
GO Figure!
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