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Apr 16
Rainrainrain and more rain,
my prayers were all in vain.
Maybe gods drink too much of wine,

which then turns into water,
and then we curse the wet weather.
Some kind of anti-miracle.
Piotr Balkus
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Piotr Balkus  39/M/United Kingdom
(39/M/United Kingdom)   
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     Jeremy Betts and old poet MK
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