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rain by Shel silverstein
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.
Beautiful photo and poem Betty, so glad to be a friend, love all your work. Hugs
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ReplyDeleteWow Betty....you bring back such wonderful memories for me...my youngest daughter and I always used to read Shel Silverstein....talented author, for sure!!
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