Rainy night in jersey
I arrived hot and sweaty
My friend said take a dip in the pool
It looked like a fountain with droplets of silver
So I ran to my car for the umbrella
Wading around with a beer in one hand
In the other my bright green umbrella
My friend said whats up
Your wet down but not up
I replied with a grin
blame it on the damn lite beer
poem by John Shea
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