by Bob Marcacci
Rain, gray days and cold
weather. Go to work
again. Go to sleep.
Try to dream. Try
to think of that book.
Rain, gray days and cold
winter blues make me
tired. Where do I go
again. Go to sleep
to forget. Listen
to the drops on the roof.
Rain, gray days and cold.
Who calls me?
Where are you?
Again, go to sleep
and tomorrow comes
even if no one believes
rain, gray days and cold
again. Go to sleep.
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