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Mar 2013
have you ever sat staring
out a rain-battered window,
sky grey,
clouds low
and wondered where the rain ends?
a cease in the downpour is
not just a when
but a where too.
it is true that
somewhere in the drenched city
is an avenue,
one side wet,
the other dry.
Madison Jackson
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Madison Jackson  Athens
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