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Aug 2020
Strong waters weep
& pull plains into valleys.
Grey skies pooling in the lane.

Strange fungus sprouts
over an eager head
and delight splashes from dancing toes.

Damp airs paint brighter hues
before our eyes
and gleaming we proclaim

There's nothing like a rain sustaining
to remind us
how th'roughly we are streaked with art.
Anne M
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Anne M
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