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Monday, June 22, 2020

Armies of the Sun


Every night the sun doth stand
And march away to foreign lands.
With banners flying, gold and pink,
The General of the sky forms ranks
Of cloud and moonbeam, star and breeze,
And sets a watch oe'r blackening trees.
With promise of security 'til morning light,
His men make war on dastardly Night.