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Feb 2019
A storm is brewing, as you can see,
The smell before a shower,
And a soft and cooling breeze.
A dark and cloudy sky,
Tells of the coming waters.
Maybe go inside,
To escape the dreary weather
Written by
Smokey  18/FTM/Up in the clouds
(18/FTM/Up in the clouds)   
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