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On thirsty days I curse the sun, kick up dirt and beat my drums and call the rain (it always comes.)
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 8:00 PM UTC
Cottonmouth
On thirsty days I curse the sun, kick up dirt and beat my drums and call the rain (it always comes.)
marsha-singh
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 8:00 PM UTC
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