The sun shines each day,
as wavery clouds try to mask;
could they really hide we say -
The glorious radiant disc.
Beautiful night, stars alit,
Many a folk fast asleep;
Could this really limit?
The stellar glow even a bit.
Lone leader stand tall, stay firm,
Never mind the tomatoes;
The truth will give you the calm -
To stay your course through the storm!
Friday, April 29, 2011
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