It never rainsA Poem by Jack BairdThe rain pours And sullenly she rubs the pale palms in her gloves The tea's hot at home and her hood's full of water That's how she knows the time has come To make a run for cover
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Added on August 9, 2019 Last Updated on January 29, 2022 AuthorJack BairdDundee, Tayside , United KingdomAboutI write stories and poems as a hobby. My favourite styles are haiku, short poems and anything that takes a creative approach to everyday things more..Writing
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