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7d
I sat on a hill of fresh cut grass
The cool wind slid down my dry throat
And as I opened ny mouth to speak
A black cloud covered the blazing sun
The air sunk and rain spat in my face
I crawled back into my hole like a wet dog

-Melanie Munoz
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