O and a cold friday night it was,
And I was walking down in the rain,
People walking the road to home,
Water but more washed out in the rain.
Cold was a feeling , a passing thought;
A haze of smoke and mist in the rain,
Memories of old and dearly bought,
O what pain was flowing out in the rain!
--lost the rest of it. Will need to revise the poem though.
And I was walking down in the rain,
People walking the road to home,
Water but more washed out in the rain.
Cold was a feeling , a passing thought;
A haze of smoke and mist in the rain,
Memories of old and dearly bought,
O what pain was flowing out in the rain!
--lost the rest of it. Will need to revise the poem though.
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