Jane's poem for today!

To me, this poem says it all.  Here is another gem of Jane's.









The old landlord was sick the day the rain began.

By the third day water had flooded the clock factory.

It
rose up through the floor.

It seeped through the doors.

By the
fifth day the water receded.

The old landlord rose up out of his sick
bed.

He went to the clock factory and assessed the damage.

He sat
at his desk, wrote checks for the needed repairs.

Everything you need to
know about the landlord is here.