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The Weather Forecast ''Twf''

The rain would soon be here Cos it clear, the cloud is coloured there! That the sky, would weep from top, temperate lands rejoice, even the farmers and crops. The sky, shall soon wet walls. Its for sure, should it shower does fall! Its tears, shall come in drops, that the desert men, may not die of hiccups. Great cold would soon be felt. to a great extent, poor beasts would be wet! The flesh, the skin would know no sweat. The errant games, shall have no rest. O yeZ! OyeZ!! The storm, i see, is a chase to warms. An usher, the rain that comes!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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