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        Never Mind the Rain

        Never mind the rain, she said,
        from her side of the bed.

        She was a sleepy head,
        but I felt heavy dread

        about where we would head
        after this encounter ended,
        and the Tarot girl had said,
        I would then be dead.

        George Held