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Clumsy
It’s October,
And it’s still raining,
In this part of the town,
It’s all dark around,
Except for the occasional stroke of lightning,
Lighting up everything.
I don’t think she’ll come today,
I hear myself saying out loud.
The thunder rumbles again,
And when the lightning strikes,
I see her turning around the corner,
With her polka dotted umbrella,
Walking straight towards me.
I look up at the sky,
Mumbling a silent thank you,
When she says Hi,
And I thank her instead,
She laughs out loud,
Damn, I wish I wasn’t so clumsy,
When she almost trips while entering the cafe,
Damn, seems like I’ve company.
