The Sun
by Hunter
When I wake up I see the sun
Where I go I can't escape the sun.
Its heat is so exhausting
I wish it was frosting
Because no matter what I do,
Where I go, I can't escape the sun.
Why is it exhausting?
Why can't it be frosting?
I can't play. I can't sleep.
I can't escape the sun.
It's so hot. It's not cold.
It's just hot and warm.
I can't do this,
I can't do that.
I can't escape the sun
Autumn Leaves
volume 8 number 6
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