Random Thoughts 58 the Triolet
Triolet
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It's raining, what a dreary day
My honey do list is on hold
trapped inside and I cannot play
It's raining, what a dreary day
Fog prevails, the sky has turned gray
Goose bumps have formed, my house is cold
It's raining, what a dreary day
My honey do list is on hold
Jared Pickett
4/12/2012
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