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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.
I like this poem because it is funny and impossible.
Article posted February 8, 2012 at 03:59 PM •
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I am going to tell you a little bit of what I do. Because I don't want to give it all away, anyways I love to play soccer and watch football.