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Feb 2011
Let it rain on ladies clothing,
bright young faces
and warm damp
places.  Let it rain
on scorching sands,
hibiscus petals,
and rusting metals.
Let it rain on fallen leaves,
through steaming breath
which, so soon knows
death.  Let it rain.
Let it rain the last drop
of sunshine from existence,
and whet the world with
darkness.
“I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will
never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
– John 8:12
Matthew Cannizzaro
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