Some of it’s good
Some of it’s bad
Changes like the seasons
It’s fair but unstable
If you don’t like
it wait a minute
Causes us to be
in a fog and
to be missed – almost
We all talk about
it but don’t do
anything about it – sometimes
Seek shelter when it
reigns but not when
it pour’s with excuses
The little people are
always the last to
know about it...
'2008'
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