Reigning Thoughts
Rain hitting the windowpane
causes disdain and strain in my brain.
The bane of the domain of ripe grain
almost attains a campaign
to drain and sustain pain.
Look to the vane in vain
to ascertain or explain the insane refrain
about a mundane vein of gain.
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