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Hey, you and I, we
ought to go to the beach
for the forecast
say partly sunny skies
as opposed to these awful
so-called isolated storms
of thunder
and clouds with a
certain ominous majesty;
the kind that would belong
quite flawlessly in some
great Michelangelo
painting, or sculpture
of the air,
a coalescence of moisture
saturated and dark
about the belly,
a harbinger of
the ultimate buzzkill:
weather preventative of a
sweet day at the beach.
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