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The sky is grey.
You're off to school on a miserable day.
Clouds are pouring rain on your head,
You wish you could have stayed in bed.
But 92 million miles from here,
is a star that will make you're gloom disappear.
Its rays will cross the depths of space,
To make you smile when they touch you're face
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
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Written on 2006-05-21 at 13:34
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92 Millions Miles From Here
The wind is whistling.The sky is grey.
You're off to school on a miserable day.
Clouds are pouring rain on your head,
You wish you could have stayed in bed.
But 92 million miles from here,
is a star that will make you're gloom disappear.
Its rays will cross the depths of space,
To make you smile when they touch you're face
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
Read 1323 times
Written on 2006-05-21 at 13:34
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