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Saturday, May 18, 2013

Painful rain in Passaic

October 3, 1986

You can’t trust the rain in Passaic these days
To keep the neighbors quiet and the street in peace
Oh, there used to be a time when a little haze
Sent people back into cover afraid the least

Bit of water would melt them like Oz’s witch
But over time they learned the trick to staying
Dry – which brings me to my particular bitch
That rain and pain and old dogs baying

Are not the sounds I near in this town
When Passaic is deluged and skies pour
And once when the rain came gushing down
I could lay back for a few hours or more

To the quiet fingers of nature’s ways
Beating at my noise-racked brain –

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