Oh, Mister Sun, Sun, Mister Golden Sun,
Please shine down on me.
The sky is a beautiful blue with cotton candy clouds, and the sun is shining. I though what a perfect day to hang out my sheets. I didn't realize that it was only 25 degrees outside. The clothes line pole was frozen into the ground. Do you think the sheets will dry?
|Seemed like a good idea while I was looking out the window.|