On foot December Wednesday
With two good shoes I wear
At brisker pace I’ll be there soon
With a few hours more to spare
Should it rain I have my hat
Shading light from barefaced skies
Well away from furious clouds
Clearer eyesight for my eyes
Wednesdays are that way with me
Nonstop pointlessly so-so
Grey panorama lacking drama
A flickering light about to blow
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