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Dec 2016
I was woken for years
from dreams it was raining.
I swear I found
a drop or two,
I know there's no explaining.
Dreams of ocean storms
or drippy jungle tents
I once woke with a wet forehead.
I know it makes no sense!
It wasn't until a few years later
I caught my brother saying,
It's kind of funny now
he thought it was raining.
As I climbed into bed each night
I ignored what mother said.
I never peed before I slept,
and so I wet the bed.
Kelsey
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