Sunshine, by Dee Becker Subscribe to rss feed for Dee Becker

O how the sun does shine!
It helps me not to pine
For cloudy days, which are a crime
Even as the wind blows a chime.

O how the sun does shine!
I claim these days as mine
When they are young and in their prime
For each day is a life in its time.

Posted: 2006-02-16 20:58:36 UTC

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