The gold sky
Sky, sky you make me think,
Why are you so bright?
With no clouds in sight,
I try to reach up in height
Sparkles shimmer it might.
What color am i thinking of?
Well, perhaps you may say gold!
The dirty old car
I saw a car near the cart
It was as dirty as dust.
And it was old as dried-peas
It was near a tree.
It looked as if it was asleep
Nothing turned out to be a leap.
Then a beep,
The dirty old car!
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