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Hippy Dippy Weatherman
 
Pardon me if this forecast
Isn't exact.
The sky is orange this morning
That's a fact.
Thunder is booming,
Lightning flashing each time.
The house shifting on it's frame.
The weatherman is full of poppycock.
He said bright sunshine.
It's his fault, he's to blame.

No background 5 in 10
exact, frame, pardon,
poppycock, orange

By Mariannajo

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