Have you ever had your umbrella take off in your hands billowing up into the sky toward the storm coming up to catch and dilutes its water on you?
Umbrellas, those naughty flappers
No allegiance, they fly off laughing
Twirling in the wind like dancers taunting
Though one chases them they can never truly tame them
They are a wild in their nature and unabashed about it
Why one even tries is a consternation
They lie during the calm and the lightly breezy
But just wait the day will come when the wind comes howling
And those umbrellas they will take off laughingÂ
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