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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.×××
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Poetry𝙰 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍. ╰☆☆ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ; 30 ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 2020 ☆☆╮