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Aug 2016
The cloud rained down on the earth below
The rain and the sleet and the hail and the snow.
The sun called out, to cloud “my turn!”
And the suns rays came and they rained sunburn.

The fat man said “hip hip horay!”
Then he ran out in the sun to play.
The wise man said, “Will you ever learn?”
“Your skin can dry but it won’t un-burn!”
Withoutwords
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