Constant is the sound of water dripping. The line envoked on days of old. Through old pictures flipping. Soon a story has been told.
Water flows in every door, threatning us with drowning. Who knows what may be in store. Jester ever to be clowning.
Rain has fallen for days.Water continues to rise. Now with no place to stay. You sit with tears in your eyes.
Waiting for the water to fall. The levels seem a bit to high. I listen, then hear her call. She doesn't and I don't know why.
Years now past, time done gone. Fears that last, now save one. Wonders of the flood. sifting through the mud. only to find, lifes not so kind.
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