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Raindrops - Feb. 7, 2026

Gary Hunter
Feb 7
1 min read

there’s the fat and funny clowns

the shy excuse-me’s

the tiny tap dancers

and crazy breakdancers

 

and the serious soldiers

sent to attack the earth,

puddles, rivers of the fallen,

the flow of battlefield blood

 

black nimbus’ mean war

delinquent grays, spit

happier ones drip in sunshine

and the sad just want to cry

 

clouds watch more of the

planet than the sun, moon

and stars together

 

and perhaps like an audience

have many ways to comment

on what they like and don't

 
 
 

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