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Sep 2017
The rain is coming but I am
Not ready. I fear
Lightning, but there is
No guarantee that
The clouds carry in them a
Storm.

And so I threw my
Dainty umbrella to the ground and
Went inside.
And immediately, the clouds opened
Wide, and so
Begged me to come back
Out again.
I am cynical.
Written by
Maggie O
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     ---, ---, TSPoetry and REY
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