Rhyme Of The Day
Various meanderings with a rhyme in there somewhere.
Thursday, April 09, 2015
Between two rains the sun comes out.
The sidewalks gently glisten.
More water's coming - so they shout,
But I don't want to listen.
I walk in shirtsleeves in the warm,
A rather happy fella,
Not focused on the coming storm,
But armed with an umbrella.
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