Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Friday Night In The Rain

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.

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