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Back and forth (Times P & Morning A)
Rain, rain, here, there
Scattered storms
Cloud my stare
You, me, here, there
Isolated showers
Wet and bare
There once was a times picayune
Who ate his soup with a spoon
He drank lots o' vodka
Much more than he otta
And then it was afternoon
There once was a morning advocate
Who drank her beer all passionate
She had so much
Tripped around like a klutz
And then became procrastinate
