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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=552462" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>February Rain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be the mud, the bog, the mire; <br>To soak the bones in February –<br>Eons from the autumn shower–<br>Even from a summer berry! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sparrows chirp a desperate call, <br>Darting questions at the cows – <br>Oblivious to the dousing squall, they<br>Churn the sludge with pastern ploughs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crying air was lost in rhythm: <br>Drums incessant in the drops; <br>Not a chance for rainbow prism –<br>Even if the hammering stops! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Metallic chills entrap machines –<br>Tractors hushed within the shed.<br>Inside the house, a full cuisine<br>To bless with mead – and little said! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But out across the tiring field, <br>A sodden fox is hunting down <br>His prey of sorts – but nil of yield; <br>Perhaps he’ll starve; perhaps he’ll drown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still the clouds are hammering, <br>Hammering home their dreary aim –<br>A chatterbox in constant yammering, <br>Drenching all to make a claim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain<br>rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain<br>rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain<br>rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain<br>rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain<br>rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain<br>rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+R+Slaughter">Mark R Slaughter</a><div class=q>
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Even from a summer berry! 

Sparrows chirp a desperate call, 
Darting questions at the cows – 
Oblivious to the dousing squall, they
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