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Dec 2019
When red is seen in the night,
That's when sailors take delight.
When clouds have a peachy glow,
It sure is a lovely sight.

At the dusk that ends the day,
Clouds are bright and no more gray;
When they're uplifted by wind,
Sunsets that are gems give way.
Written by
joseph g schelling
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