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Mr. Sun
Where does the sun go at the end of the day? When I look up in the sky, it slowly moves away. Does it go home to sleep like I do at night? Or does it have an off switch like an ordinary light? I like to play outside where I see my way. The moonlight is not good enough, for my friends and me to play. I love it’s yellow color and the heat that dries the rain. Please hurry up, old Mr. Sun so I can fly my plane!
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