Posted on April 15, 2015May 24, 2015 by Maria#100Poems: Number Nine “Rain, rain, go away,” said the little boy. Harrumph went the old man. “It’ll just come back another day.” Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like this:Like Loading... Related
Reblogged this on The Blogging Path and commented: Well, in parts of the world, rain is needed/necessity. Rain is supposed to be good for everyone/thing, of course. Reply
Reblogged this on The Blogging Path and commented:
Well, in parts of the world, rain is needed/necessity. Rain is supposed to be good for everyone/thing, of course.
Fitting for us…little Boeta must think the same by now.
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I like your version. 🙂