I Sat On The Sand In The Rain - Poem by Connie Yost
I sat on the sand in the rain,
Large worries I could not contain.
My semi intelligent brain
Thought there was nothing to gain
But I sat on the sand in the rain.
I cannot exactly explain
The world became gently humane
Soon I forgot to complain
Gone, the irrational pain
While I sat on the sand in the rain
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