Saturday, December 6, 2008


The wind bit like an enraged terrier
Not enough to kill, but more than enough.
And the sun shone like a 15 watt bulb,
Tepid and weak like like a pound of bird fluff.
The similes buzzed around like fruit flies
Alighting on the inappropriate
Areas, while avoiding the apt ones.
The weather? Screaming like a chanteuse
And changing like a tarted-up floozy.

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