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Nature
Moon, sitting in the sky, giving light to all who are lost.
Sun, brings warmth to the cold and day to the night.
The rain skydives down onto the dry endless mountains.
Night, pulls the light to dark and starts preperation for the next day.
Morning, kicks the moon out of the sky and lifts the sun into the air.
~Jeromy Martynovych
My pet has ran away
Coming home at ten oclock,
A box of friends in my hand,
At the tick of a clock,
And the turn of a lock,
I had gone to bed.
During the next morning,
With a scurry of claws,
My furry friend was missing.
I searched my house high and low,
Looking for my miniature mammal,
All my efforts were in vain,
For all I got was sorrowful pain.
End