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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