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Sep 26
Sometimes the weather
Comes inside
By bricks
And gates
Won't be denied
It's heavy rains
Slop down your walls
Send the ceiling
To the floor
Then
Baking sun
Bursts
Brittle plaster
Adds to the pile
Your own disaster
A house divided
Cannot stand
But you're here alone
In this empty land.
Written by
Jimmy silker
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