Like Solid Raindrops of Silence
and the people bowed and prayer
to the neon god it made.
songs of past so full of memory
listening to, Jesus loves you Mrs. Robbinson....Hey Hey Hey.
watching the rain fall round the sides
so,
still,
so easy to hear an individual drop.
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