In Saginaw, in Saginaw

The wind took a dastardly turn
In Saginaw, in Saginaw

Oh it rains x or y times a year
In Saginaw, in Saginaw

I know you’ve had that feeling
In Saginaw, in Saginaw 

Oh I know you’ve had that feeling
In Saginaw, in Saginaw 

In his free time, and it’s all free these days, he throws together spiders that run databases stitching together relevant data to plug into variable fields in his poetry.

In “In Saginaw, in Saginaw” it queries for the average yearly rainfall for Saginaw, for Saginaw.

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Franklyn Monk

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