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A old worn out raincoat. It was so wet it was hard to wear it. Nested place of another time. A flash back in my mind. A door bell that rang. It was clean like a whistle. Open your heart oh dear one. It’s time to wear the raincoat.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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