What a sad yet drole state you place me in
you under torrential skies, airfullwetpellets
and I sitting with sinking warmth and sinking in cool
damp aerated pellets, slimy, matted grass
and quiet thoughtful words passed in smiles
even words and heads are distracted with vision
turning every way and each way
because every way and each way is worth, is worthy
but you, sad Eeyore, stand in solitude
stand in rain.
at least it's not torrential flies.
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