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  Drip, drip, drip
The day was under its grip
I was indoors in a crib
And then electricity tripped.

A fly was hovering around close
and stung me on my nose
It flew and sat atop a hose
after delivering its dose.

A lizard nearby wagged its tail
after coming out from a pail
It was then that it started to hail
And I decided to enjoy in the assail.

I ran outside and headed for the beach
and anon did I reach
To relieve myself of the inflicted pain, began
Singing in the rain.

I was soaked in time
Is it a crime?
As I swirled and twirled
And toss myself in a whirl
I felt I was on cloud nine
To others it seemed asinine.

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11-Jan-2001
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