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Sep 2012
It's raining it's pouring
oh god this is boring
my mummy had said
if I went straight to bed
we'd go to the park  in the morning

It's thun'dring there's lightning
the whole thing is fright'ning
so im under my bed
with my hands on my head
coz it sounds like giants are fighting

It's windy it's blowing
i think that its snowing
In my mittens and scarf
that i warmed on the hearth
outside with my friends I am going

It's sunny I'm sweating
my mommy is fretting
her gardens a fright
her flowers a sight
because they all  need a good wetting
Written by
DieingEmbers
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