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Nov 2021
A round ball of fire,
Our planet earth,
Revolves around daily,
The bright sun, in the sky,
Without its warmth,
We would, quickly die,
We take the sun for granted,
Never stare, at the sun to long,
’Within A few minutes,
It would blind our eyes.

The Original: Tom Maxwell 10/01/2021AD
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The Original Tom Maxwell  66/M/Junction City, Ill
(66/M/Junction City, Ill)   
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