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Should there ever come a time
When the harmattan brings rain,
Don’t ask me why,
I don’t make the rules,
Guess once in a while,
Straight lines must lose their way.
Sometimes when
One walks on pavements,
They end up with muddy shoes,
How improbable,
If only cobblestones could speak,
We’d have answers as to why and how.
Orange trees do spring
Forth lemons sometimes,
Ask the farmer on the day of
The wayward harvest,
You’ll find truth in the glum
Face he wears to match his overalls.
Darkness sometimes
Brings smiles in the
Absence of daylight,
Just ask the man in the moon,
Why else will he turn up only
At pitch dark?
So on that day
Should you wake to
Find just a hat without
A suit to go,
Afford yourself a smile
Take a peek inside that hat
And pull a rabbit,
Never a surety,
But sometimes rabbits do
Wait for us in the grainy hats we draw.
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