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Dec 2015
I'd be
That Gray cloud
That hangs over
Your head
Obscuring the sun
And raining
on your parade
Nothing personal
It's just
The weather pattern
That I am.
And at least
You won't get
A sunburn
mikecccc
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mikecccc
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