The Rain Came Down
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Juan Olivarez
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The rain came down, upon my roof,
working it's way through tiny grooves.
It came through the tile, and the sheetrock,
On top of my tv, kerplock, kerplock.
Then there was smoke, and a little fire,
My wife screaming on, like a heathen choir.
And my baseball game, went on sans me,
And I now reside, in an inland sea.
9/25/15 Alton, Texas.
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