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Ms Levinson May 2015
Girl of the sun
is afraid of the moon
follows the sun
to where sky's are blue

Her eyes gleam with wonder
jumping over the waves
try to outrun her
it'd be a game

Golden hair to her knees
flickering in the sky
voice warm and nice
breath smells like pie

— The End —