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Gushing rain's a scurrying season, plying woe with loosened tiles, detaching once proud roofs. From whose past has this rain dance been arrainged ? All we stand for is porous and howling wind, a gambit of ill suited omens' hectoring guise to scour our cracked chimney pots.
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
January storms
Gushing rain's a scurrying season, plying woe with loosened tiles, detaching once proud roofs. From whose past has this rain dance been arrainged ? All we stand for is porous and howling wind, a gambit of ill suited omens' hectoring guise to scour our cracked chimney pots.
jo-spencer
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
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