my umbrella worked
wore it low like a hat
had a stick on it to hold on to,
was psychedelic in nature
the color was majorly blue, dark
ominous, but nice handle,
you had to own one like it
to understand
alone at the wooden table
a glass away from foul weather
i peer out disheartened,
where did my lousy umbrella go?
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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Could be the answer is blowing in the wind...
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