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Oct 2011
These gleaming rays are oh so kind
The golden rays we call sunshine
Maybe and maybe not
You will begin to get hot
You begin to seek for that perfect thing
That to you will bring
A perfect combo to not get red
Then the perfect idea comes to your head
You find a tree that gives some shade
And then you get the perfect glass of lemonade
Β©Dustyn Smith
Dustyn Smith
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Dustyn Smith  Denver CO, USA
(Denver CO, USA)   
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