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Dark and stormy the night sky is
The moon shines as bright as a clear blue ocean
In a restuarant, surrounded by mysterious buildings
Secrets are being told,
Strange, but secrets that are ice cold.

The sun rises with right yellow rays of gleaming light
The rays are as warm as hot milk on a cold winter's day
As the day goes by,
Secrets are no longer told,
Secrets are no longer strange nor ice cold.

Tiffany Morgan
i wrote this in eight grade