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grey is the color dismal the feeling a sopping wet day,i can't say- I find that appealing rain penetrating sharp as an arrow stinging and shrill it is chilling me= down to the marrow perhaps in the morning this storm will have ended and I'll drink from my cup as the sun rises up= like a warm hand of friendship extended

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Date: 3/31/2010 2:59:00 PM
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Date: 3/31/2010 2:58:00 PM
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Book: Shattered Sighs