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All the rain has fallen (Free verse) by fair12

All the rain has fallen Sunday, and all the rain has fallen a limerick, melodious and sad beats along the lonesome shore. I think I know the chorus, the soft hum from memory, but it, like summer’s last butterflies pass beyond my grasp. I’m waiting for winter’s gray passing, for understanding to burst as though a thunderclap. yet reason, like spring is so far off.

Shardik 17-Dec-03/11:56 AM
Not bad 't all.




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