Hastily, i press the button My shield launches straight up The silver rod within my hand The dome that sits atop The heavens drum their melody The beat begin to quicken The water runs in rivulets The roads all start to slicken My fast response should take care of This damp situation we’re in TheContinue reading “Umbrella”
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Poetry for Dullards 