Smile, the alternative keeps storm-clouds close to his breath
And he hates not being welcomed with some sort of great conundrum
(They’re hard to keep handy, I’ve got a whole bunch in a jar if you want ‘em, top right shelf, third drawer on the left, just behind the tasty wheat)
I don’t use them, don’t like to let them out you see
That alternative, he still clings to me though
He keeps storm-clouds close to his breath
Just for us
How thoughtful is that
A disruption of this predictability it’s what I’ve always wanted!
You could have done something about the colour though
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