It was a bet
Said the Met.
Yet, yet, yet
It wouldn’t get wet.
Rains ditched us.
Every ditch was dry......when it says it will rain there will be draught and whre it says there will be scarcity, there we will havve snow fall...met has become no one's child with confusion all over..that is how met dept functions....10
read mine isolationand dark...silver lines...
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It was a bet Said the Met. Yet, yet, yet It wouldn’t get wet. Rains ditched us. Every ditch was dry......when it says it will rain there will be draught and whre it says there will be scarcity, there we will havve snow fall...met has become no one's child with confusion all over..that is how met dept functions....10 read mine isolationand dark...silver lines...