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Sep 26
I like to sit beneath my open-aired pergola,
That I may listen to the
Gentle pitter-patter of rain droplets
Softly colliding against the aluminum,
While the wettened ground breathes, and
Fills the air with a delightful
Earthy fragrance.
Written by
TG Price  21/M/Adelaide, South Australia
(21/M/Adelaide, South Australia)   
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