
“So what do I do with this?
This sudden burst of sunlight ; and me with my umbrella,
Cross indexing every weather man’s report,
Was ready for the downslide ; but not for spring to well up,
This feeling calls for everything I can’t afford." ❖❖❖

“So what do I do with this?
This sudden burst of sunlight ; and me with my umbrella,
Cross indexing every weather man’s report,
Was ready for the downslide ; but not for spring to well up,
This feeling calls for everything I can’t afford." ❖❖❖