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A poem about love, peace, and happiness - a rhyming poem. |
| My love is like a rain-soaked bath For which I hold an umbrella. Such gamesmanship and nature's wrath Have splashed on this old fella. Slickers and galoshes reign Amid this wintry downpour. But these umbrellas bring forth gain, A portable, shielding encore. Give protection when in love, A shade no one can miss. For just as snow falls from above, Umbrellas offer bliss... |