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Yorkshire for rain
It’s that ryte fine rain that wet’s ya through,
Sometimes It’s spitting don’t know what to do.
Or it’s pissing it dahn someone said,
Wets tha threw including your head.
It’s chucking it dahn reyt bad,
I’ll just run in and tell tha Dad.
You can;t run between the drops he said
Thowing it darn need mi flatcap on edd.
We call it mizzling that sort of rain,
Be reyt tha skins watter proof,
But that rain its a bloody pain.
© Copyright 2015 Allan Robinson
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