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Ballad of the Rain Boots

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I was a tightrope walker then,
Balancing on the edge
Of a rain-soaked white cement curb,
Teetering on the ledge.

Everything was brighter that day,
Brighter flowers, brighter me.
Though the sky was a pewter bowl,
I felt happy and free.

Yellow rain boots and yellow coat,
I had ultimate power
To chase my dreams and rule the world,
In that Southern rain shower.

The joy came to an untimely end,
When I was called inside,
Still it lives on, in my memory,
As a day that cannot die.



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