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Misc./Exp. Silver the rain falling
Falling into a quiet evening
Evening comes and goes always quiet
Quiet the movements by the hearth always
Always roaming along life, never bound by it
It should have been better by now but maybe that relays
Relays passing along a message to us each, we are so alone
Alone as the silver rain pats away outside and nestled in
a home
Benjamin K. Badgley
Sunday, 04 May 2003
