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Wind pounds at The window Of the new apartment My fingers fond the weather app Patchy fog it says, And a high of 36. It is clear I should stay In bed another hour. My red plaid pajama pants Are far too comfy For the fog.
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
Bad weather
Wind pounds at The window Of the new apartment My fingers fond the weather app Patchy fog it says, And a high of 36. It is clear I should stay In bed another hour. My red plaid pajama pants Are far too comfy For the fog.
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
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