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THE RAINDROPS
- SOME raindrops hung from a bar,
- And they couldn’t tell when to drop;
- “The ground,” said one, “is so far,
- That I’m rather inclined to stop.”
- “Oh,” sighed another, “the art
- Consists in getting much rounder.”
- “I’m off!” cried one, with a start
- Of blank amazement and wonder.
