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January Blues...a poem by Frax
- Lisa Vaught
- Jan 10, 2016
- 1 min read
It's not fair at all to have to go out, into all manner of weather,
If you are me you'll have to agree that lying at home is much better!
When I dart outside to do what I must, what happens then...? It RAINS!
It doesn't seem however I time it, I put my head out and >plop< a great drop!
Right in the middle of my smooth head~ right on my brain knot~>plop<!
Now how is that right do you suppose? It rattles my brain right down to the toes!
Yes, my toes! All twenty of them...cold and wet 'ya know... not that I'll complain...
I just know this one thing: I. Hate. Rain.
2016 Frax
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