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MOTEL
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COUNTRY POEMS
The rain taps against the glass.
So, slow does the time pass.
Nothing to do. Nothing to view.
It taps against the window pane.
It can drive you insane.
It's been raining, all day.
It's been raining all night.
It can make you feel it'll never end.
The time does pass so slow.
I have nowhere to go. No.
No video games to play.
Too much money to pay for TV, see.
