Assonance Poem by Neil Crawford

Assonance



A dour, a sour,
a glowering man
caught in his
umpteenth April shower.

Fraught in the rain,
again, a strain,
a pain the rain,
the rain, the rain, the rain.

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Neil Crawford

Neil Crawford

CHESTER, ENGLAND.
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