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Aug 2017
Outside it's wet, still
raining,
and I'm not getting up
until the Sun
comes through
and the sky is blue
when it's at least
ten o-clock
and the ****'s given
up crowing.

slowing down the tempo
it's nice to know
the rain
is good for something.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Mike Adam
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