There's a hole in the sky where the rain gets in
And its drumming on the ground makes a rhythmic din
And puddles like mirrors, with other worlds in.
But only I can see them.
Adendum, first bit of feedback on my little poem? "I never knew you were a
Vogon." Meanies.
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