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Sep 2017
Dry dust settling, underneath the skin
so we hoped for rain....cool and clean,
Then poured the sky, glorious mighty high
Off course scales are no more
but wet mud is sticking
on our slippers sole
So
now we pray
for
yet
another day
imnthea
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