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Apr 2016
What is up with this rain?
Why's it causing so much pain?

Feeling wetness on my skin
every drop just like a pin

Never ending, when will it stop?
If I were a balloon, I'd probably pop

Waiting for the day that you'll be done
So I can see my friend the golden sun

Wanting to feel the kiss of it's rays
longing for the good ole days

Only you can bring him out
without a whisper or a shout

An innocent glance or simple touch
it really doesn't take that much
.
For me you'll always be the one
my "one and only" golden sun
The Lunchtime Poet
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The Lunchtime Poet
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