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Drip, drip, drop.
All the little rain drops
scatter on my head,
so I know I'm not dead.
Drip, drip, drop.
All the little rain drops.
I sit in my chair
staring into nowhere.
Where did the time go?
How did I lose my flow?
Life has a way of making sense out of nonsense.
You find a way to make lemonade from lemons.
Drip, drip, drop.
All the little rain drops.
Drip, drip, drop.
So much time lost.
But I don’t care.
Out there is nowhere.
Drip, drip, drop.
All the little rain drops.
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Sarie
Hi! My name is Sarie! I write about books and society.
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