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Jun 2014
wet all wet
soaking in fact
everything drips
and is quiet as a nun
still as a post
But the birds start to sing
and folk start to emerge;
walking dogs
and rushing to catch the boat
And I don't know the reason
I stirred so early today;
must be a blessing on its way
that demands I be awake!
Written by
nivek
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