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I got up, at five ninteen, the day was mean, it was wet, the puddles had puddles, I was befuddled, if it was worth the walk, then I looked down at my feet, and she looked up at me, and I could see, she did not care for rain, but staying home was insane, and would not do, she had to do number one and number two, boots, with hooded jacket, umbrella, leash, me in my hat, her in her reflective vest, out we went to test, not only our resolve, but with water, did we disolve, the pace was quick, the rain was wet, so was the road, make me croak, call me toad, as we went past the hospital, three paramedics walk quick to the senior mental health unit, it was not unique, I had seen that before, looked at the door, nothing to be seen, walked on until, I heard a yell, like a scream, turned over my shoulder, what did I spy, an older guy, barefeet, hospital pants, no shirt to speak of, doing an angry dance, pointing in my direction, I turned and walked away, muttering, I was heard to say, "where are those hospital staff, when you need them" rounded the corner with haste, if he chased after me and we came face to face, I wandered through the scenarios, as I did frequent shoulder, like passing traffic in a car you know, but he was a no show, so this was not what in could have been, it was an unevent, kept my morning wet and pristine, and the tip of my umbrella, would only stay, water wet.
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
The UnEvent
I got up, at five ninteen, the day was mean, it was wet, the puddles had puddles, I was befuddled, if it was worth the walk, then I looked down at my feet, and she looked up at me, and I could see, she did not care for rain, but staying home was insane, and would not do, she had to do number one and number two, boots, with hooded jacket, umbrella, leash, me in my hat, her in her reflective vest, out we went to test, not only our resolve, but with water, did we disolve, the pace was quick, the rain was wet, so was the road, make me croak, call me toad, as we went past the hospital, three paramedics walk quick to the senior mental health unit, it was not unique, I had seen that before, looked at the door, nothing to be seen, walked on until, I heard a yell, like a scream, turned over my shoulder, what did I spy, an older guy, barefeet, hospital pants, no shirt to speak of, doing an angry dance, pointing in my direction, I turned and walked away, muttering, I was heard to say, "where are those hospital staff, when you need them" rounded the corner with haste, if he chased after me and we came face to face, I wandered through the scenarios, as I did frequent shoulder, like passing traffic in a car you know, but he was a no show, so this was not what in could have been, it was an unevent, kept my morning wet and pristine, and the tip of my umbrella, would only stay, water wet.
darrell-wade-elverum
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
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