It will take its toll I will feel that soaking damp
It’s will to drench the mensch in me to grovel to
Weep to whimper to cowardly display of one not
In favor sooo clothed to be thus sooooo soaked
Yes, cloaked in dripping cloth water wet heavy
Clumsy rain and it’s chilling bristle stabbing cold!
I am too old to have to thus suffer such this sooo
Sweeping powerful element of water falling upon
And coating me so and my clothes to, too weigh
Me so down as I slink off under my flimsy sooo
Umbrella that will give its protection as best it can!
Man oh man,woman ooohhhh woman, that is the plan!
As Sam, as Pam, as vulnerable both w be in moment this!
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