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Domestic Weather Seiche waves in the Jell-O, Storm clouds in the sink, A rattling in the pipes, And I really need a drink. They call it stormy Monday, Clouds are rolling down the hall, What I said to set you off, I really can’t recall. It's so great when we make love, My hairs they proudly rise, But I have to look away, The lightning in your eyes. Flood waters risen to my waist, Know what I have to do, In extremis be a man, Apologize to you.