Harold Weathervein - Cursive

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.
when it rains it pours down
Weatherman, do you feel?
Is it stormy inside of your veins?

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