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Wednesday 27 February 2013

When the sun shines


When the sun shines,
it burns, it  boils, it bakes, it blaze
and it roasts my shoes until it cooks.

When the sun shines,
it evaporates my brown hands,
it makes my skin go darker,
and it warms up my room.

When the sun moves,
it wipes the sweat off my hair,
it calms down,
and the moon rises.

When I make the sun shine,
I can fry my rice,
dry my clothes,
and melt my slushie.








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