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| Sunshine Makes Me Happy I wake up in the morning, The sun is rising too. Soon it will be high, Shining down on me and you. It spreads its warmth and light And helps me feel good. Every day is the first day, I try to treat it as I should. Yesterday is a memory, Tomorrow is a dream. Today is what there is, Nothing else, it would seem. Sunshine makes me happy, It does the same for you. The air is clear and fresh, The sky's a brilliant blue. If you find the sky is cloudy, There's something you should know. The sun is really shining Straight up a mile or so. |
| Copywrited Poetry of George C. Clements |
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