Beat as the brush on a windy day
I drove on home, work not far enough away
I took to the road, fast as I could go
And the sun came out ‘the clouds, wouldn’t ‘ya know
It had rained, and being the poem-writing me
I waited for the exodus to bring it to me
And passed it had, gone with the clouds far
Along the horizon, as I saw along in my car
A thought walked in, as I sped along
Avoiding the traffic, oh what more could be wrong
It said with a smile, “pick a happy place and go”
So I pointed towards the clouds, shouting, “Onward ho!”
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