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Random Old man: "What the hell are you talking about? I don't see any damn elephants..."
Submitted:Dec 7, 2011 Reads: 42 Comments: 11 Likes: 6
The clouds today are thin and wispy
Like the pathetic comb over on a senile head
Of once thick, but now thinning hair
The migrating bird’s speckle the sky
Like moving liver spots; black and grotesque
People always fancy they see dancing elephants and such
In the clouds
But on this day void of optimism and color
On this day overcast and as dark grey as my mood
I see no zest for life
I see only
Senile cumulus
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