9.Harold Weathervein
Harold walks down any street of this town
both crier ＆ witness the sun drops clouds shift
his legs twitch
the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar
rooms he stils all alone erupting.
inhisbeaditsliketheweatherback＆forthitsliketheweather
when it rains it pours down
Weatherman, do you feel？
Is it stormy inside of your veins？
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