Wet shoes, wet mind--
          Here I sit to pass the time
          While others speak
          Of foreign things in tongues
          I do not understand.
          It seems it rains forever...
          And I'm forever trying
          To keep my mind from dying,
          Crying out in anguish or in shame,
          When I no longer know the rules
          Or wish to play the game.
          The world is a checkerboard
          Of girls and sunlit faces,
          Which, with any luck,
          The sweep of time erases.
          Precious few remain,
          To smooth out the pain
          And end the endless rain.


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