Umbrella ella ella hey hey hey…thats what Rhianna said. Buthonestly, I don’t want anyone standing under my umbrella. Move girl, get out the way. Actually, I am a sharing type of person, but once I start thinking about song lyrics, it can go on for days.
Casey Bellair’s umbrella was worn in all the wrong places. The metal stuck out through the nylon, the handle had been broken for years. Yet you’d never catch her going anywhere without it. It was as much a part of her as her black hair and long skirts and large shoulder bag.
“Don’t forget your umbrella,” she yelled as she heard the door slam. She walked into the kitchen and saw it hanging on a chair. “again,” she said, finishing her sentence. But a moment later, her daughter returned, grabbed the umbrella and ran out again. “And don’t lose it again,” she almost yelled.
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It protects you from the rain. It acts as a cover. It has infinite ways of being designed, simple or complex, patterned or full of dots. The possibilites are like the drops it defects. Mary Poppins had one that took you to magical lands. I like the umbrealla, it saves me from getting wet or drenched.`
Umbrella ella ella hey hey hey…thats what Rhianna said. Buthonestly, I don’t want anyone standing under my umbrella. Move girl, get out the way. Actually, I am a sharing type of person, but once I start thinking about song lyrics, it can go on for days.
You and me girl down by
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Casey Bellair’s umbrella was worn in all the wrong places. The metal stuck out through the nylon, the handle had been broken for years. Yet you’d never catch her going anywhere without it. It was as much a part of her as her black hair and long skirts and large shoulder bag.
Umbrella over us, rain drumming above the spiderweb of wires, splashing neon color on night puddles while the earth takes a deep breath
“Don’t forget your umbrella,” she yelled as she heard the door slam. She walked into the kitchen and saw it hanging on a chair. “again,” she said, finishing her sentence. But a moment later, her daughter returned, grabbed the umbrella and ran out again. “And don’t lose it again,” she almost yelled.
It protects you from the rain. It acts as a cover. It has infinite ways of being designed, simple or complex, patterned or full of dots. The possibilites are like the drops it defects. Mary Poppins had one that took you to magical lands. I like the umbrealla, it saves me from getting wet or drenched.`