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Dawn to Dusk 2
Sproing!
What's that?
Joyful sun,
shining brightly,
ready for some fun,
radiant and sprightly.
Will my mom make me pancakes,
or will I scarf down Frosted Flakes
before I romp 'neath your warmth all day
to find out just how much one boy can play,
and before I grow tired, at last, and rest,
but first reluctantly get undressed
to avoid mother's frightful wrath.
I deign to take a vile bath,
and then it will be soon,
when, from my window,
I'll ask the moon,
will I miss
my 'night
kiss?
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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