Date Poem for: Sunday, January Third Two Thousand And Sixteen

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Yeah, I know, it's the ninth, but my head is feeling kind of mixed up (well, more mixed up than usual) lately, I was starting to write one thing and wound up writing another... so, here is a poem for Sunday, January Third, 2016. ~*~ Sky full of clouds; drops of water Just fall To the ground. The soil drinks it up, but The drops roll off of my raincoat And I need to get home before I get too Soaked. © Stacey Uffelman 1/9/16