On Spain, Drains, and Migraines
The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plane.
The plane leaves Spain, staying mainly in one lane.
The lane in Spain is still running with rain.
The rain on the lane runs quickly down the drain.
The drain in Spain is filling with remains
that leave behind again, a glut of high octane
which really just becomes a great big giant pain
to clean, again, when the plain is free of rain.
The pain in my mid brain is driving me insane.
But still hope does remain, at the end of this migraine.
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That’s all I have to say about that.