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Welcome to my poem book, Come read poems, no certain theme, they don't tie togther in anyway. I did not make these!

Rain

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by stop_trying

by stop_trying

I opened my eyes

And looked up at the rain,

And it dripped in my head

And flowed into my brain,

And all that I hear as I lie in my bed

Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,

I walk very slow,

I can't do a handstand--

I might overflow,

So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--

I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.