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Justyna, in her orange dress,
Puts the sun out of business.
Her fiery form, her too hot heat,
Renders the red ball obsolete.
Helios is axed! Phoebus is fired!
A female deity is hired,
Whose buttecups and coral lips
Send Sol into a dark eclipse.
Composing spectacular shows,
She shines, she radiates, she glows;
Turns night's notes to a brighter tune,
And makes Celia a jealous moon.
Celestial spheres run out of room,
When Justyna's in full bloom.

© 2006 Aaron Bayley