Books whose covers say “Patterson,”
reviews say “gripping;”
Stumbles that are only lurches, no
tripping;
Rains I can't hear, except for from the
roof dripping;
Bands that don't play music, 'cause I
can only stand the drumming;
Singers who don't sing with words, but
only scat and humming,
and breakups that I saw because they
took so long in coming.
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