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Apr 2019
The pitter patter of rain drops
Dripping at the seems
Swishing, shploshing, never stops
We don't know what it means

Gives the sky a saddened look?
Tears of masked despair?
Clouds cry out like tree leaves shook
Not one fruit to bare

Or does it gift to us a chance?
A series of liquid love?
That raised the plants and made them dance
A blessing from above

So look with eyes of wonder now
And contemplate the sky
Let the weather show you how
The rain drops drip on by
Lemon
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Lemon  18/Gender Fluid
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