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*The Sun*November-11-2002 Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins I bring warmth to those cold I bring energy to those weak No one believes in what they are told They only search for what they seek I help many things grow Without me so many would die I help out so much in life's flow I just sit here in the morning sky Exactly what my purpose not many know I brighten up lives after the rain I make most happy I take away pain I ask for nothing I have nothing to gain I just leave a warming stain And for that most are thankful I just ask don't stare You will get more then an eyeful You will get a strong lasting glare So for your eyes take care After the rain i can help with the rainbow Dry up after a flood I put a glisten to the first fall of snow I dry up unwanted mud I'm always wanted around I've been told so After the showers That come and go I bring comfort to the drenched flowers Everything has a beautiful side that i hope they show Nope i don't have special powers Copyright Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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