The sun was orange,
Hidden by a school boy,
On his way to play-ground,
In a place estrange,
To the friends of the boy,
So no question, to be found.
And he would eat,
On his way back home,
And no one would see.
It would be a fine treat,
Not at all troublesome,
Delicious, fresh and juicy.
Splashing over everyone,
Like a splash of juice,
Setting yet radiant,
Orange setting-sun
Withdrawing and obtuse,
Refreshing yet faint.
Sun played hide and seek,
Behind the trees,
And its rays beamed,
Through a several creek.
Swinging in the breeze,
Citrus juice, it seemed.
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