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Apr 2022
I shouldn't complain,
But I don’t like this rain
Because it won’t drain.

The water’s rising
And rising and rising,
But it’s not surprising:

I was ******* mud,
Selling blood,
Begging for a flood

When I heard the spiel
Of the Rainmaker -- "Deal!"
Ah, water’s feel.

Now I bail
And bail and bail
To no avail.
© 1989 by Jack Morris
Strangerous
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Strangerous  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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