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THE RAIN
The Rain
What a raw blessing you are!
No wonder You remain the only seeker of Earth
When you beat and wet my robe to skin
I couldn't blame but to exonerate your cruelly saint
with teeth stiff and tongue sticks
Like stingy dog holds the bone with its teeth
Should I also talk the movement of my gullible mouth
What about tallestness in the ghost sky
That artisizes my biasial and perplexity eyes
That instantly grows a soring ache in my thigh
The sloppy on my valley
Likewise disarrangement of my rows seems to my like a funny rowdy
So I could not film your secret footage
Because you support my prosperous toil
and cumbersome in the dot of soil
Exhilirates the obstinancy of my world
Should I also talk about drilling of elms's drops
That befit the euphony of day
Or pattering and falling on my rafters
That coolen my muddy mansion
Such a shout that wakes my terrible nightmare
Rain
Drain
Vain
Joy
Rain still
As day stops
Some kinds of ingrates
Return innative verdicts on you
Saying oh! God why you at this time
You stop my day
Said, hiss like python
He had forgetten,once longer he cried like cannibal to get you
Now exasperate when you arrives with heavy hand
Still,he hasn't had his house flooding and fleeting
