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I hope this poem helps rescue you from your own personal despair someday.
Gleaned from my light blue waterlogged Mead journal on April 10, 2008
Rainbow
Outside the rain pours down below, Though clouds do not appear, As the voice from mankind’s foe Speaks wryly in my ear. “Give up,” he says, “you’ve not a chance “To see the Sun again. “I’ve made it so you can’t escape This foul, eternal rain.” I must confess, my soul is wet And sore from heavy winds. I feel as if I’ll never see The sun shine bright again. The day’s completely dark now; All sense of time is lost. Must I be caught forever In this eternal frost?
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