Open the Floodgates
And the dike would not hold the tears, ta-da.
So the ink, it runs down, my face, Papa!
And the clouds, oh they burst, with such mad force,
For the lightning does hail from Dad, of course!
It’s the future man feared would be so grim,
and the river does swerve and chases him.
1/8/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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