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Jan 25
Sitting by the window
Collecting my thoughts
How little they
May seem
I feel something stir
Within and without
Its not the sound
Of words
Churning through
My head
But rather
The tip.toeing.of
Rain
Across the window
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
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