Your Rubbers Won'T Save You From A Flood - Poem by Sam Franco
Why won't my kids,
Go outside and play anymore?
They don't want to step in the blood.
Crimson's not the color of mud.
And you can't tell them that it is.
Wear your rubbers, kids!
It gets pretty deep out there!
On second thought.
What's the use?
Your rubbers won't save you from a flood.
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