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They were like gun shots but softer, They were like firecrackers                                               without the crack or fire, There were so many I could not count them all,                      then they were stopped in their fall. The cars driving fast by the house, were louder than before, a woosh, with a splash, there was rumbling in the distance and a flash, those meteorologists were right, sixty percent chance this night,                                of showers. It is good to be part of the majority for a change of weather, how strange,                       my dog is now glued to me, I take no solace in her endearment see, even in the midst of the slight downpour with pyrotechnic effects,                                   she wants me to take her out the door to do her business, but not alone.
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
The Business End of the Weather
They were like gun shots but softer, They were like firecrackers                                               without the crack or fire, There were so many I could not count them all,                      then they were stopped in their fall. The cars driving fast by the house, were louder than before, a woosh, with a splash, there was rumbling in the distance and a flash, those meteorologists were right, sixty percent chance this night,                                of showers. It is good to be part of the majority for a change of weather, how strange,                       my dog is now glued to me, I take no solace in her endearment see, even in the midst of the slight downpour with pyrotechnic effects,                                   she wants me to take her out the door to do her business, but not alone.
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clem-c
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Norwegian
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
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