The Aftermath of the Storm
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Dark gloomy clouds had wept bitter tears
I snuggled into my warm coat to protect me from the chill wind
As I walked I stepped over several tangled bodies
Their spines contorted and twisted
The thin material they wore had been no protection against the elements
Why do people use umbrellas in a storm -
they just end up in an umbrella graveyard!
01~19~17
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2017
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