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Poem #2 No Title

Even when the cold wind blows,
Mr McGinlay and Master Rose,
They go outside in the pouring rain
They must be totally insane.
It's pouring down,
they think it's fun.
They shout "Come join us!"
"Quickly, run".
Our petty excuse -
the dishes are
needing done.

by Mhari 100600