Buttered Sunshine

July 13, 2010
By Anonymous

I lay beneath this Buttered Sunshine.

It warms my skin, this Buttered Sunshine.

It over joys me, this sunshine.

It makes me forget all these hard, grueling days.

Buttered Sunshine.

The author's comments:
This has the same story behind it as my other poem, A Giant Fib.

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