Where do the bees hide when it rains?
The wind blows hard as I pick my brain.
The weather is inclement and I am cold.
My future is bright however unforetold.
It’s foreseen to be a freezing winter.
I need to buy paper for my printer.
There is much to do and I need to prepare.
My unrelated rhymes may be an over share.
These are my thoughts as I sit on my terrace.
I want to take my baby to EuroDisney Paris.
Nature makes poetry flow through my mind.
For two straight days the rain hasn’t declined.
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