I'm Sorry He Keeps Pestering Juju, Not at All

When i see a cafeteria in the evening, it makes me think of a pool in the rain. I've spent almost half my life with him. It's like those photos that come with the date printed on them. All i have to do is remember how big juju was or what kind of collar he was wearing and i can figure out when something happened. He coughed quietly and rubbed his temple with his forefinger before he spoke again. The line sounded as if it had been plucked from a modernist poem, or else from some old nursery rhyme. Have you ever been in a swimming pool in theRain? I'm not sure. When i think about a pool