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Feb 2012
A gentle rain lightly sprinkles down
To wash away the grit of the ground
Its pitter patter sound panters in myΒ Β ear
The rain stays constant, still urgency draws near
Our time is short, and next time is not clear
So let us stay inside
On this dreary day my dear.
Ryan Kleinschmidt
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