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Sunsets.
Last night,
The sun sinking on the horizon,
Flirted with the end of day.
Dropping in a curtsey of soft light,
As it played hide and seek,
Down behind the Elms and Oaks.
Tonight,
The sun blazing on the horizon,
Glared and scorched at the coming of night,
The Elms and Oaks all afire with light,
As the sun dropped behind them,
Dying,in a deep gash of cut throat red.
