Dec. 13th, 2004

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He watched the water washing by.
He saw his dreams within them:
It seemed as though they called to him,
Begging him to join them.
He watched the rain drops hit the puddle,
and he watched the figures dance.
He heard them all scream out his name,
as they begged him for a chance.
A chance to see what could've been,
A chance to will away his sorrows.
A chance to witness could've beens,
A chance for a better tomorrow.
They called to him, and tromped about.
They asked for some redemption.
They only wanted one more friend,
They just wanted some attention.
He begged the figures go away.
All he wanted was his solitude.
He yelped and howeled "go away!"
But the figures stood with fortitude.
The rain washed down the gutters.
It washed into the streets.
It washed across the dancing figures,
and still they met no defeat.
The rain continued pouring down
across the poor man's face.
The torrent raged for days and hours
In this single lonely place.

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