Always for the first time
Hey, wait, where's the poem?
Oh ha, no poem. Didn't think how that could be confusing. Just rain. Just rain. Rain is the poem here.
But, dude, I need monsters and lava and bones and knives and jaguars and bears and pianos and the sea of japan. Rain just don't cut it no more. It's like watching half of Eraser Head then being forced to watch a 1930s musical.:-P
I'm jonesing. I'm tweaking. I need more poems. FEEEEEEEED MEEEEEEEE!:-P
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