Gloomy forecast,
Slick cheecks,
Flooded Socks.
Gonna be a wet one!

One..Two..Three
_, _ and me.
Three..Two..One
Having guiltless fun.
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A peacock has many feathers.
Each one holds a secret,
A confession,
A prayer,
A hope.
If this peacock gets lost
And is found by the wrong folk,
He will be plucked of his secrets, confessoins, prayers, hopes.
Standing bare for all to see-
Where this bird started out
And how he grew to be
Complex,
Twisted, yet so
**Beautiful.