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March mud by Cate Robertson

March and mud go hand in hand They sound so close March mud March mud And sometimes the March mud moves

The moving March mud is tricky yet it’s not very hard to find It’s hard to catch though and it stinks Not to mention that it’s mucky

The mucky moving March mud may be the hardest of all You think you have it? Your probably wrong After all, March mud isn’t confined to March It turns into amazing artful awkward April mud

Sunset and sunrise are like twins that never speak They try but they just can’t meet Sometimes they seem so close but yet their so far apart Together think how beautiful they could be

Sunset’s beauty is divine The sun sinking below the horizon like a balloon letting out it’s air The colors could be an artist’s work yet it’s natural and wild and free

Sunrise is unexplainable Leading us in silence into the new day and out of the night The sun like a fragrant yellow lemon waiting to be taken and juiced The colors are like a citrus salad with all different flavors

Some say they are alike but you and I know the truth They are different and beautiful in all different ways