i put my arms
on the window pane
enjoying the falling rain
it reminds me of the brooks
i used to play rocks
looking for a gem
or crawdads to tame
not very successful
i chase fishes
they all over the place
by chance i caught one
small size of a corn
you scared me, it got airborne
now i'm thinking of you
i don't like to end below
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