So something happened earlier that really annoyed me and I was going to write about it, but instead here’s a poem that peters out by the third verse.
Probably starts in the first verse.
I hope you enjoy.
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As the clouds form above
Darkening the sunlit ground
He stops, does not look up
Instead looks down for the time
In failing to see the signs
He does not seek shelter
Instead he expresses annoyance
At those rushing on past him
As the clouds above fall
In small parcels of water
He does not notice
Until it is too late
Stupidity Hole 