Once upon a time, there
was a woman who stand
through the rain to rain,
it was pouring and
pouring constantly during
the day, a mid-day
of the town, she was
soaked so easily, she got
wet on and on, she run so
fast like a speeding
bullet, she ran into her
luxurious apartment in
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
she didn't got any
umbrella, she was an angel
standing into the
wondrous rainfall of the
sky high, she's only
twenty six years old, she
was soaking wet, totally
drenched, she didn't wore
her rain jacket, she
didn't know her clothes
were wet, her hair was
soaked too, she's crazy
enough, standing in the
rian so long indeed, she
went inside of her
apartment, she took a hot
shower, she put on her
nightgown too, she took
her feet up, she got her
wondrous hot tea on the
table, being happy and
snappy along, she start to
write her poems on
her notebook as well, her
name was Emily
Dickinson, she's fabulous
poet of the America
Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-28-15
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