Drippity drop, off to trot,
Skipping puddles, lost in thought.
Nowhere in sight, yet off to seek,
Wandering dreams, mild and meek.
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Drippity drop, whispers grow,
Patterns in the rain that only I know.
What to do? I do not say—
Drippity drop, and I’m swept away.
M.A.D. Works 
so cool good poem! ❤
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Thank you so much
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Frolicking fun 😊
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