Days like this when we’ve gotten seven inches of rain
When the legs don’t won’t to walk but sit with the butt
When I go through old memory posts and find the ones I like most
Then think, it’s all for Melissa for she is about the only one who will like it
I say, what’s the use, why the bother, and I don’t
If it wasn’t a Monday in March and it was sunny
Maybe I would be out with the soaked chickens emptying the rain gauge given me
And not worrying about Melissa being the only friend.
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