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Jul 2020
A bien, another wet day,
Pluit  a verse!
So the French would say,
Feeling the raindrops upon my skin,
Trickling gently down my arm
Feels like a feather as it touches
Down to my fingertips through my palm
What a sensational feeling is the rain
As it touches I feel no pain
As I drip warm water To the ground
More and more raindrops fall
As They climber down without a sound
Feeling soaked but that’s not all
The clothes on me cling
Wet to the skin
Time to get dried off at home
Out of the rain, let it all drain!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  64/F/Calverton
(64/F/Calverton)   
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