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i like this poem because, i love rhymes and it gives me a great image in my head about what he or she is thinking or doing.
Rain i open my eyes and look up at the rain, and it dripped in my head and flowed into my brain, and all i hear as i lay in my bed is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head. i step very softly i walk very slow, i cant do handstand might over flow, so pardon the wild thing i just said im just not the same since there's rain in my head.
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