Acid Rain
By sunwick
the rain in Spain fell mainly
on the endless plains reduced to
tinkling grains dripping through
my brain soaking choruses
the bane of my social mores
mainly when asked what political
policies I own
Tags: bane, brain, grain, main, plane, spain
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