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Mar 2016
Here he comes
His broadcast rays.
Hot-------
Chic. He's getting warmer,
He just might burst.
His boiling's reached
My feet.
emitting radiation
In his starburst color.
Mr sun, I love your
Warmth, I promise
I'm not cheating I don't want any other.

She's cold, she has holes
In her soles, she has
Soul, Mrs moon always
Knows, when the eclipse,
Will make her moan.
She Cry's, and she
Sleeps, she wonders why,
Her scene does creep.
But when it creeps
It lights the way,
For all the other
Planet days.

Mother earth
So they say.
Is really a
Child
An offspring that fades,
It's dying away
Beneath Mr sun.
Woman moon has lost her tune
The earth doesn't swoon
Like it used to.
So sisters and brothers
Meteorite and asteroid.
They love coming close
To each of the belts
To the sun, moon,
Earth. They won't avoid.
A Lopez
Written by
A Lopez  Mexico city, mexico
(Mexico city, mexico)   
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