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Limerick

The rain falls outside my window.
It doesn’t appear to dwindle.
I could start to write,
Or maybe I might,
Sit down and play with my Kindle.

--Tadhg

Iambic Pentameter

The rain beats softly on my window pane,
Wet feet and red noses we soon will gain,
Could not soon, the sun begin to appear?
Else, doom and gloom shall be my lot, I fear.

--Tadhg