there's no sign of letting up
i can hear the roof, loud
gutter are filled spilling over
i can barely see my car
i hope windows aren't ajar
yes, i'll be wetting a chair
i'll wait a minute to subside
type more of this verse aside
so when yo get up, you read
that i have something i did
even though it's rush work
deep in my heart it's worth
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