Ode to when the weather is fare
And the face of friends are here and there
But when the storms are bound
They are ‘ner around
Fickled faces fraught with fear
Who disappear when phallic foes appear
Ay, but were they ever really here to hear?
Oh winded weather, I once wished you weren’t
But sifting through the soot you’ve burnt
You’ve cleared the path and left your favors
Beneath the sheath of dusty pavers
The fairest of weather that left me weathered
Has rained and washed the friends who never
Rooted deep enough to tether
Once intertwined but not together
Left me wiser, and fared me better
Farewell, fair weather....
Bosom buddies behest far better
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