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It's raining, it's pouring

It's raining, it's pouring;
The old man is snoring.
Bumped his head
And he went to bed
And he couldn't get up in the morning.
Rain, rain, go away;
Come again another day;
Little Johnny wants to play.

Memories can never be taken from you--but keep pictures of them, too!!!
Diane Milinowski