Cold English Rain


Cold English Rain
by Mr. Lucas Brice

Cold English Rain
Hear the silent rushing
Thus, Nelda,
thou dost…
Blame it on yourself
Have often spent doubled over
in mirth and hilarity
I’m gonna rock down to
electric avenue
I don’t know why I bother…
’cause from this rolling stone
I can’t get no decent view
but i gotta talk to my Father.

It’s a wee little bunny
I cought in a snare.

Copyright Bleeker Street Press. All rights reserved. Used with permission.
Original photo by Jase Curtis.

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