It's Raining Peas
It's raining peas
Little bullets falling from
The sky.
I rolled a pot into the
Middle of
The yard.
Falling peas, they struck me
In the open.
Later, when it stoppped,
I rolled the pot back into
The house.
Nothing struck me, and
I had something I
Did not have
Before.
5-8-09
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