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No escape was offered Stream of river, so bold hue and cry in air ancient story, as was told that night was a bit too long stars twinkling light in gold bright moon was full & round wolves were making howling sound And then, Rain turned in to a monster fields gushing with water panic started to swirl and streets started to whirl old & young many died flooding the town, when she cried x Manisha
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Floody Night
No escape was offered Stream of river, so bold hue and cry in air ancient story, as was told that night was a bit too long stars twinkling light in gold bright moon was full & round wolves were making howling sound And then, Rain turned in to a monster fields gushing with water panic started to swirl and streets started to whirl old & young many died flooding the town, when she cried x Manisha
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
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