Plop, plop, plop, Students eat lunch with umbrellas over their heads but it is not raining. Plop, plop, plop people duck under awnings, weary of airborne assailants. Plop, plop, plop You know when you’ve been hit, a thud, then the walk, everyone evades your step, Plop, plop, plop Settled by the white sink with a damp paper towel Cursing those smug, soaring birds, overhead.
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