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December Rain
december rain behind glass
is comforting to know the pitter patter of cat paws echoing milliseconds of eternity pittter a breeze seeps in entrusively an enemy soldier crossing foreign ground steal my heat numbing the little pigs who never went to market pitter the washing machine runs the rinse cylce - a step of many readying 'clothes' for this cosmic dryer we call life patter a massive decrescendo and the rain lets up almost - tapping arpegios into my car this freestyle soloist soothes my soul pitter pitter patter |