Wednesday, January 23, 2008

From the book of prose 01/23/2008


My rain song
1
I wish you were here when it rains
I wish you were next to me
So you can hear the raindrops and
How they sound to me

2
I wish you weren't so far a-way
On this rainy day
Because I miss you most
in the worst way

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Even now when you're
resting your little head on your pillow
in dead of night
under the moon's blue light

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(C) MMM Art, Inc., 2008

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