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i always come out when its rainy and gray,
when the sun turns it back on any old day, i never see color, it's always the same in fact i don't think i even know their names! people spin me and twirl me, making me sick and laugh cause my skin is shiny and slick and oh i am sad that i cant see the sun! being an umbrella is not any fun! mud splashes all over and im left in the cold people grip me too tightly, afraid theyll lose hold. and sometimes it happens, yes even to me, they place me to dry and forget so completely! being an umbrella is not any fun i never see color or even the sun but i guess its ok, since i keep people dry but im always left wondering why the sky has to cry |
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Thats awesome. It kind of reminds me of Shell Silverstein's type poem for children.
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i always come out when its rainy and gray, when the sun turns it back on any old day, i never see color, it's always the same in fact i don't think i even know their names! people spin me and twirl me, making me sick and laugh cause my skin is shiny and slick and oh i am sad that i cant see the sun! being an umbrella is not any fun! mud splashes all over and im left in the cold people grip me too tightly, afraid theyll lose hold. and sometimes it happens, yes even to me, they place me to dry and forget so completely! being an umbrella is not any fun i never see color or even the sun but i guess its ok, since i keep people dry but im always left wondering why the sky has to cry 
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shelter me here flower
under your beading petals from the tears and harsh light i need your shadow of discretion a place for introspection modesty behind your colorful veil is my peace awesome
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i always come out when its rainy and gray, when the sun turns it back on any old day, i never see color, it's always the same in fact i don't think i even know their names! people spin me and twirl me, making me sick and laugh cause my skin is shiny and slick and oh i am sad that i cant see the sun! being an umbrella is not any fun! mud splashes all over and im left in the cold people grip me too tightly, afraid theyll lose hold. and sometimes it happens, yes even to me, they place me to dry and forget so completely! being an umbrella is not any fun i never see color or even the sun but i guess its ok, since i keep people dry but im always left wondering why the sky has to cry Awesome write! Bravo 
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what great descriptions, very nice
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