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Aug 2014
I always find it strange
How a clear sunny sky
Can turn to a dark cloudy rainstorm
In the blink of an eye

Now there's nothing I can see
Beyond one hundred feet
Just my dear surroundings
My belongings and me

Where did you come from?
What brings you here?
What do you want with me?
What are you doing here?

How long are you going to stay?
When are you going to leave?
I have plans for tomorrow
Don't ruin them for me please
This is a short poem I wrote two weeks ago regarding my thoughts on British weather these days.

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
Jordan Dean Ezekude
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Jordan Dean Ezekude  26/M/Eastleigh, England
(26/M/Eastleigh, England)   
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