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By Shel Silverstein Submitted by Jane Doe Date: 2009 Dec 25 Comment on this Work [[2009.12.25.09.51.24895]] |
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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. |