Start Stop Poetry

While it rained,
the electricity went out,
the flowers grew,
football was cancelled,
the tennis courts became slippery,
while it rained.

When the clock ticks,
a new baby is born,
somewhere someone dies,
a new machine is invented,
the sun rises,
the sun sets,
the moon comes out,
when the clock ticks.

When the sun rises,
I get up slowly and smell eggs and bacon,
the water from the night drips off the leaves and onto the grass,
the suns rays come through the window and make me up,
when the sun rises.

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