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Sighing in the rain
Sighing in the rain
It
Was a
Dull morning
Dark and cloudy
But we ventured out
Rushing to catch the train
Before long we were engulfed
Half way along the avenue
In a downpour of torrential rain
Of course Jan had forgotten her brolly
So we had to turn back, go home again
As she was soaked to the very skin
The rest of us were so annoyed
We would miss the train to town
Be late for the concert
And afternoon tea.
Our day out spoiled
“Not happy
Foolish
Jan”
Copyright ©
Margaret Foster
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