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Patrick McCombs
Poems
Mar 2010
Wet Places
Oh the rain does fall
Countless droplets crash on the grass
They break open on the brick wall
They slide down the smooth glass
She walks alone in the rain
Her brown coat soaked
The color in her emeralds never drain
Though they are constantly cloaked
Glimmering cars rush by
She walks with such grace
Under the steel gray sky
Wearing bright smile on her face
Someone yells her name
She can not hear it over the rain
Everything sounds the same
She walks down the lane
Lighting brightens the sky
Puddles get deep
She starts to cry
The rain starts to seep
She has gone too far
She runs back
She finds her door ajar
She drops her pack
She hugs her mom
Tears stain their faces
She promises not to roam
To those wet places
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Patrick McCombs
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