misterr misterr
I got a day for you
what sorrt a day
you want
misterr
misterr
he walked
slowly
but determinedly
through the bazaar
taking in the sounds
misterr
hey misterr
and the sights
letting the whole
hyperactive
milieu
with its raucous cacophony
wash over him
as he walked
I got a day
what sorrt a day
you want
I got sun
got moon
got storrm and rrain
misterr
you want day verry clear
I got
.
.
.
.
hey
misterr
today
was for strolling
for atmosphere
and familiarity
tomorrow
he might bargain
a little
bicker
to acquire
his weather
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