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Jul 2015
I have always liked to play in the rain and the dirt
              of life
       of time
    but
often,   when the     end comes slowly in a quick second
     the shouting starts...
"come in" "come in    don't you see it's raining"  "we've got places to go"
     I don't know which soap to use to clean off the mud
Daisy
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