Sunset

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    Sunset

    The sky is washed with pinks and blues, yellow, red and orange, too.

    Steadily melting into night, out peek the stars so bright.

    Up comes the big silver moon, eerie light in a plume.

    Slowly slipping up the east, the sun shows itself, a glowing beast.

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    CKaipo05 commented on Sunset

    04-11-2009

    Sunset+Thunderstorms=my favorites!! ok, I must really like the weather. haha!!

    TheBean

    06/29/2009

    woooow C!!!!

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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