Sunday, June 12, 2011

Eight Lines on Clouds and Sadness and Rain and Beer

Every single day and night
The clouds all gather, chat and fight,
Their colours have the power to
Sooth my soul, drink my gloom
And though they oft bring champion rains,
They still distill my heartache pains
One day they'll scamper, 'way from here
And when that day comes, I'll quaff more beer.

(The clouds here are awesome)

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