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Woops...

Sweet rain
Trickling down the drain
As I keep writing
A poem nice and plain

The trees are green
And so are my shoes
But that's beside the point
They are not of much use

As I am drinking my tea
My fingers slightly frozen
I'm thinking of a rhyme
That I have not yet chosen

But oh look I have already started
With this random thinking
While the cloths in the drier
Have started shrinking

Woops…
zarina binda
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
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COMMENTS
David Darbyshire 20 June 2006
nice thoughts zarina, keep-em comin Love from A-dam dave xxx
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K. Jared Hosein 20 June 2006
A witty display of a person's artistic observances and relentless reality snapping them back into their position. A fun, interesting read. - K.
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