Where did the sun go,
Do you know,
Maybe he's just hiding,
From all this snow,
Maybe he's tired,
Maybe he's in pain,
Maybe he's just playing,
With the rain,
Where has he gone,
Is he just home,
He's probably upset,
Because he's alone,
Where did the sun roam,
Did you know,
That when he comes out,
The rain and snow goes,
--Jazmine Wright
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, I Hate Them, Like I Hate You
PoetrySome people love others, some people are curious, some people are broken, and some people are furious.
