On Presidents' Day,
Rain is keeping pace,
With moans in the bathtub,
Cutting through her dream,
Riding the waves of pain.
Her hand is holding mine,
My elbow on the rim,
My knees underground.
On Presidents' Day,
There is a Sema-May.
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