*Poke*

You cast a shadow twice your size,

When you turn your back on a new sunrise

And you wonder why your face is cold,

And why the grass is shaded gray -

As I watch, my eyes begin to stray;

I’m in the sunlight, but you can’t see

Why don’t you turn back around, to me?

I reach over, to poke you, very gently

The End

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