The Sun
The yellow sun is very bright
It can easily bring delight
Kids go out to play
Loving every ray
But too much can impair your sight
-By Veronica Vallejo
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Awake at 2 AM
Awake at 2AM at night
The phone is loudly sounding
For my sleep I try to fight
Under covers and out of sight
I lay quietly hiding
Awake at 2AM at night
Why is dark always so bright?
I hate the sounds of people sleeping
For my sleep I try to fight
Though my efforts seem rather trite
I will keep on trying
Awake at 2AM at night
My eyes close to dim the light
And still it is never ending
For my sleep I try to fight
No one cares about my plight
There is no use complaining
Awake at 2AM at night
For my sleep I try to fight
-By Veronica Vallejo
Headline poem
Something's waiting inside the Saint
the new unfinished terror
high and low shattered dreams
limits and the truth
the new politics of race
separate but equal
you know why they're so angry
but you're not a miracle worker
they're too late wise
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