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Jul 2015
Water filled skies
shade the land,
a miserable scene.
Raindrops fall,
they land and splatter,
great in number,
makes me feel
small.
Mind. Numbing. Endless patter.
Sinking into a slumber,
I begin to cry.
An endless shower.
The howling wind,
the trembling trees,
the drowning flowers,
the earth that’s dimmed,
it’s only me
and the cold filled air –
nobody cares.
Paul Rogers
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   alex and Kelley A Vinal
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