The erudite wanderings and ramblings of the whimsical and retired
Rain I opened my eyesAnd looked up at the rain,And it dripped in my headAnd flowed into my brain,And all that I hear as I lie in my bedIs the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.I step very softly,I walk very slow,I can't do a handstand--I might overflow,So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head. Shel Silverstein
Well, it didn't rain in Utah, but it did rain on the flight in last night which of course is always a nice way to make me totally shake in my space boots. Yay, rain. NOT!
great poem, Dizzy! I will keep that.I alsways wondered about the slishity slosh...
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