Rain

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain
And it dripped into my head
And flowed into my brain
So pardon this wild crazy thing I just said
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
I step very softly
I walk very slow
I can't do a hand-stand
Or I might overflow.

And all I can hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

by Shel Silverstein

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I know a joke about this.... three women stand before peter, he sais they may all enter heaven on the proviso that none of them tread on a duck. So in they all go, ducks everywhere! Within ten minutes one of them treads on a duck. St Peter appears witht the ugliest man you have ever seen and chains him to the woman. He sais you will spend the rest of eternity with this man. So the remaining two women are extra careful, but within a day another has trodden on a duck. St Peter appears with an ugly man. The last woman vowels to be extra extra careful and goes months without stepping on a duck. Then one day St Peter appears with the most beautiful man alive (that's you Dave :) and chains him to the woman. As she is feeling extra pleased with herself the man turns to her and sais 'I dunno about you but I trod on a duck! '. Molexx
You will make it just for the way you make us all smile. Big Hug Patricia
If he hadn't let you in, Davey, I'd have shot straight up and punched his lights out! : -) Listen, I recommend you to read 'At Death's Door' by Jerry Hughes - it's a screaming laugh! ! Happy weekend, sweetness, and spare a thought for my poor old soul while you're up there! : -) Gina.