That Cold Rainy Day
June 14, 2013
(poems go here) On that cold rainy day
We could not go out and play
This is how the weather is in Western New York
Nothing to do, but eat as I hold my fork.
We sit in the quiet house
Hearing nothing, not even a mouse.
The air is cold all day long
The weather is just plain wrong.
The Bills and the Sabres always lose
So it’s off to North Carolina I choose
So God hears me when I pray
On that cold rainy day
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