Just Turn on the Light
sunlight Peeps over my
windowsills, hesitating in case the windowpane drops and Hurts
its delicate little fingers. It might
It might, I cry, but you can stay
after the window is shut you can stay!
So it crawls in and stays, warm and
wonderful, even after the window is shut, we sit and play but I
hesitate to bask in case the curtain closes and Hurts my delicate little mind.
Just turn on the light when I am gone, it tells me before shrinking away back out my window, Just turn on the light. But now it is dark and I cannot find the light switch.
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