Poem 371 – The World Outside

If the world were not soaked in rain,
I might go outside again.

If it were not for the burning sun,
I might go out and have some fun.

If not for the biting hail,
I’d venture outside, I’d not pale.

If the world were safe for me
I would wander and be free.

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