An unfairness,
Of bad weather together.
But it wont last forever.
If we hold onto together…
As these storm winds blow!
We are there,
To see each other.
Know whatever comes…
Together we’ll grow!
And the clouds that show will go!
Like they did sometime B-fo’!
‘That ain’t good English.’
You think I’m trying to impress,
With this mess?
I want to say ‘something’ that connects.
And this effort, obviously, AIN’T my best!
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