my umbrella so beautiful
my partner against rain
I also use it as my cane
when I forget I feel naked
I pretend you don't see me
so I won't be walking awkward
wind is a little bit nasty
it broke frames; so flimsy
that's what I get for twenty
I should have golf umbrella
with those tiny opening flaps
when wind buzz to flip-flops
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