Poem -
STORMS + UMBRELLAS
He puts up his umbrella
As if I'm storms that blight his night
I know to keep my face impartial
See, I haven't come to fight
I simply seek referral
To the next god down the light
Where I'll maybe find that son of mine
That we might then reunite
M ~
Ā
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Funny thing about umbrella's is, we all use them in our own unique ways ..Ā
a lot of folk use them as a shield, or something to hide behind .. or as a weapon perhaps .. John Steed springs to mind .. and then, there'sĀ little old me .. I just like the feel of rain on my face and cuddling up to mine reminds me of ...... xx