Sun still sleepy when he open his ayes
His hand still strong
Although his age too old
When every people lazy to get up
He walks to get a rice
Machine become his best friend
Machine helps him to get his angel’s dreams
Never shy when he must take rubbish
Never give up, when cool become the storm
His spirit always growing, when dream become hope
When dark hate him
He stands up in the first row
To smile and hug
~Indah Hartanti
(117876)~
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