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saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )


Skies


When its sunny,
I'm so happy.
When it rains,
it makes me sad.
But when the skies are partly cloudy,
that really drives me mad.
I tend to notice my stupidity,
in times of high humidity.
I would love to give a lecture,
about the barometric pressure.
But in no ways can my words measure,
my reaction to the weather.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Edited: Friday, September 05, 2008

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  • Rookie *Trusting You* (12/13/2008 10:04:00 PM)

    this is so different from the others you write. the weather plays a big part in my mood as well.
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