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The sun rose to peek at me
It glared into my eyes
It watched me slowly wake
It pulled its blanket over again
I groused as I got ready
I groused when it began to rain
Lightining gave me the message
I would not go out today
Or maybe I was being in haste
The storm wore itself thin
soon after breakfast was past
The sun tried to come out again
It still hid itself behind its veil
As it watched me settle at my desk
I must have bored it though
It went away again
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