Oh Mr. Sun, Mr. Golden Sun

Here is a poem I adapted for you all today from a beloved children’s song:

Oh Mr. Sun, Sun
Mr. Golden Sun
For the love of everything that is holy, please stop shining down on me quite so brightly!

I need to move to a land of breezy weather that never gets over 75 degrees, but soon! This heat that melts your face off is strictly for the birds.




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