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Shy in the sky Clock touches the twelve It's the fresh Sunday, again! Oh! I can see the moon With his new suit, It happens all the day But something is special on Sundays, moon with a finest coat And sun with a bright fit, He always wants to Tell something to the sun But he always runs away when He saw her. © TEJ #review#poetry