The tin roof keeps the rain honest. / It will not let a drop pretend / it fell for any reason / but its own small weight. / All June we lay beneath it / and learned that argument: / that things come down / because they are heavy, / and for no other reason, / and that this is not / the saddest way / to fall.
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