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Mar 2020
On monday I was angry at the sun.
It was always in my eyes,no fun.
On tuesday I was angry at the rain.
Forgot the umbrella boy what a pain.
On wednesday I was angry at the wind.
Blew away the ******* that i had binned.
On thursday I was angry at the cold.
Hurting my bones now I'm getting old.
On friday I was angry at the ice.
Slipped on my ***,was not nice.
On saturday I was angry at the snow.
Stopped me from going where I was to go.
On sunday I was so angry I just stayed in.
Poor old weather it cannot win..
Written by
David Berwick
64
   tonylongo
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