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‘Fore the Monsoon is Near

Sitting by the window

I watch the rain fall

In my left hand a hard boiled egg,

the right a cup of coffee

 

I saw the droplets as they fell

A billion beats per second

The earth sends forth that good ole smell

and sets my soul a-soaring

 

The air, a mix of smells I love

The things you can’t get for a fee

In my left hand a hard boiled egg

the right a cup of coffee

 

I see an earthworm swim by

I wonder how it feels

Often it gets uncomfortable

when the blessings are nigh

 

I think of all that has been loved

And the bonds that cannot be undone

For if you can learn to unlove

then you truly never did love

 

I hear a frog in a nearby puddle

A heartier croak I never did hear

To think that the puddle will dry so soon

the frog gone ‘fore the monsoon is near

 

Sitting by the window

I watch the rain fall

In my left hand a hard boiled egg,

the right a cup of coffee

 

Another day to breath and smile

to see, to hear and sigh

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