One of my favorite poems by the great Shel Silverstein...
Rain
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
~Brooke
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i made myself a snowball
as perfect as can be
i thought i'd keep it as a pet
and let it sleep with me
i made it some pajamas
and a pillow for it's head
last night he ran away
but first he wet the bed.
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