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Jul 2014
Raining outside,
the pit patter on
my window
awakens me.

Tired,yawning.
Tired,snoring.

Raining outside,
the pit patter on
my window
serenades me.

Now I'm dreaming,
of the pit pattering
rain on
my window.
Written by
Melissa Conroy
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