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Sizzle, Sizzle, hear the sound... of the Rain instantly evaporating, on the hot, black, asphalt ground. The sweet smell of it fills up your nose, as the heavy clouds continue to drip, until that May Flower grows.

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megan-kirby

American

Published: Mar 30, 2011
LinesWords: 937

Notes: My tribute to my favorite month! Only a few more days away! Yay!

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