By Florence

When I look out the window

The sky is white from the clouds.

I could use with some ZINDO

To brighten up my day.

It's starting to rain

Of all the things

I hear a sound

A bird sings

An old war wound.

Pitter-patter

All my love and dreams

Seem to shatter.

Oh, what a dreadful day. 

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