Walking around in a storm is great.
My friend and I bummed from house to house, begging for soy ice cream, for it was hot and muggy, but none was delivered to us.
We gravitated towards the centre of town, and thunderheads of ill omen formed in the sky. Were we aware? Did we care? Maybe. Does it matter?
Times grew darker and darker and still we roamed, as if our heels were whipped by some imaginary master. Or perhaps it was more like gallivanting: my memory of our mood is as cloudy as the ominous sky was on that fateful day.
When it started to rain, we hid-oh, how we hid! Tall buildings sheltered us as the trees they replaced never could have. Progress: justified. It let up, and we worked our way ever higher and higher towards the lookin' point (the kids call it clit hill because of the shape of the area leading up to it).
Up we went, up we sat, up we looked. No, actually, we sat down and looked down and maybe over a bit. The lights 'cross the way were looking pretty good on this night, wasteful as they were.
Did we make out? Of course not. Grow up!
It is splendid to
walk with the storm.
My friend and I appear in the house which from the house is asked because of the ice cream of the soybean--bummed for because it was hot, it was muggy, but none was conveyed to us.
We were drawn by the town, central formed thunderheads of omen of the sickness with the sky. Were we recognized? Did we worry? Perhaps. Is that important?
The time we lived in brought up more darkly, darker still we walk, in order for our heels to be struck by the imaginary master, the round glyph. Or perhaps that seems like gallivanting, was this, mainly: My memory of our feelings has become cloudy as the unlucky sky was in that fatal day.
When that the rain starts getting off, we hide and are hidden, us hid? Oh! As for the high building--it meaning that the wood which is exchanged never cannot have--it protected us. Progress: It is justified. Rain slowed, we are higher and use us method and higher, higher, to the point (the child calls that the hill of clit because of shape of the area which is led to that).
We went up, sat down on us, you saw, it went. Calling you 'obtained', really, we sat down, and perhaps saw in the open mouth of the sky. As for those which are wasteful, the light/write which method saw rather carefully in this night? Cross.
Did we do ignoble things? Naturally it was not.
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