The exercise:
Write about that big burning thing in the sky that we take for granted - today we pay tribute to the sun.
Mine:
Such a fickle fellow, the sun;
A few clouds come along, he runs!
He slinks slowly away each night,
To rise rather late, just as bright!
After missing my sun for days,
I've been burned by his white hot rays!
Such a fickle fellow, the sun;
I'm so thankful there's only one!
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