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#lodged
The rain fell down with half its might; trying to smite the flowers. But the bed was merely lodged, The rain used half its power. There was nothing could be done, The rain could not pretend. The flowers waited for the sun To lift them up again.
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
And Still The Rain Persists