Sunlight is draped over the room
In it comes, with the force of a typhoon
Those who thought to stare down it’s rays
Only ended up in a blind daze
On and on, day after day, week after week
Somewhere always felt the sun peek
Though often personified, it remained emotionless
Though never aware, it helped relieve stress
Though less appreciated, it kept doing it’s job
Through thick and thin, it will never stop
Riley's Backpack 
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I know, I know. Holiday ramblings was meant to come tonight. But I didn’t have time, so it’s coming in the morning (eastern standard time). Meanwhile, here’s a great poem by DumCheese to fill the space.
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