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Feb 2015
Rain*
                                              Like a faucet the water fell, When will it stop?
                                I cannot tell Maybe God should turn
  The spigot all,
   the way to off,

I
am
not a
fish, so
what I really,
really wish, is once
this water goes away
I can go outside to play
but if this water hangs
about, I am afraid
I won't get out
FallenAngel93
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FallenAngel93  north Carolina
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