Rain

Shel SilversteinShel Silverstein

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I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
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Shel Silverstein
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Shel Silverstein

1930 - 1999/Male/AmericanSheldon Alan Silverstein was a poet, singer-songwriter, cartoonist, screenwriter, and author of children's books.

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