So this is a poem?
Yes, yes it is.
Some days you think, no, this is not a poem.
Mmm hmmm. That's true.
And some days you think, this is rain.
And it was, too.
Then some days you want to pick up
Then you do.
And some days you swap the mean breeze for gangreen.
Oh yeah, that's not new.
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And some days the mileage is on
and someone sings
You look and find