The rain is warm and the rain is wet
the pattering on the roof has not stopped yet
Water is pooling the ground was dry
the clouds are grey as time slips by
Early today the time is slow by the crackling fire
I know not what my minds desire
Glimpsing times of time gone by
Over the hill and always shy
Dog sits and smiles and turns to fire
What is the mind of dogs desire
Who knows the father of the dog
I get up and put another log.
Small things go round and round
my mind has energy abound
Take this life so great its been
My eyes to know what they have seen
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