Lonely Beach Days with the Weird Sun

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5 February 2017

When I was a kid I was very weird,
Playing by the beach all alone,
Often times,
I am too much for a lot of people to handle,
A few call me "The Sun,"
Bright and cheerful,
But like the sun,
When one looks directly at it,
It burns your eyes,
I try and suppress it all the time,
But sometimes,
My weird slips out.

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