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Feb 2015
It rained today.
Could almost hear the gasp of relief,
Of the branches and leaves ,
On the bushes and trees.
Theres nothing like autumn rain,
As the winds blow across the desert plain.
The come and go,
The to and fro,
Of gentle drops on tin.
Oh the rain,
The rain has come again.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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