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Nov 2014
The rain dries,
In my eyes.

The storm stops,
Still with “ker-plops”.

The ground is dry,
The sun is shy.

Trees waving safety,
Still a little shaky.

Umbrellas down,
No streets drown.

Wind blowing strong,
Trees moving along.

Fresh air is sweet,
Birds come out to tweet.

Its all over,
No need to rover.
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   Harley Hucof
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