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wet

drip,drop, drip drop... The land echoes with rumbles and roars. As I watch the sky open up, it starts to pour. I can't stop the rain, but I will weather the storm. Rain is to the earth: as tough times are to human growth.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 7/14/2010 11:54:00 AM
lovely, much enjoyed
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Date: 7/14/2010 11:21:00 AM
well saud and profound, enjoyed the dripping sound of life growing,..p.d.
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