Nursery Rhyme 5 2010
Rain, Rain, go away.
Come again some other day.
And as for your brother, Snow,
Tell him, Stay Clear the month of May!
Why do we live here,
Do you suppose?
Long, sultry summers?
Mosquitoes?
Army Worms, Zebra Mussels
thrill our senses...
Hell-if-I-know,
I'm avoiding the census
and skipping town for
somewhere better,
where they don't have mosquitoes,
somewhere warm, less wetter.
-par
5 2010
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