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down on her knees beseeching pleading for it to arrive days without a meager amount she was dying as time did pass to be endowed in it's refreshment towards the heavens her hands were stretched asking so earnestly for the opening of clouds to replenish her core so dry ecstasy had abandoned her terrain gone was it's  life giving dampness which would allay her anguish and pain arid she'd been all summer long twas too long a period being bereft of those quenching drops her ground so dusty and so lifeless she pined for the sweet moistening to fill her with enlivening streams   a band of richly laden clouds came as she pleaded to the sky once again she implored in desperation to be saturated monster spots of rain poured down which so soothed her landscape's crust enthralled was she to be in  receipt of it's wetting balm long she'd made supplications to the sky for her ground had been excessively dry on her knees and with her hands stretched to the heavens on high the sky bequeathed her it's deliverance   as her death was drawing ever nigh
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
Drawing Ever Nigh
down on her knees beseeching pleading for it to arrive days without a meager amount she was dying as time did pass to be endowed in it's refreshment towards the heavens her hands were stretched asking so earnestly for the opening of clouds to replenish her core so dry ecstasy had abandoned her terrain gone was it's  life giving dampness which would allay her anguish and pain arid she'd been all summer long twas too long a period being bereft of those quenching drops her ground so dusty and so lifeless she pined for the sweet moistening to fill her with enlivening streams   a band of richly laden clouds came as she pleaded to the sky once again she implored in desperation to be saturated monster spots of rain poured down which so soothed her landscape's crust enthralled was she to be in  receipt of it's wetting balm long she'd made supplications to the sky for her ground had been excessively dry on her knees and with her hands stretched to the heavens on high the sky bequeathed her it's deliverance   as her death was drawing ever nigh
ElizabethSquires
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
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