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Wednesday, April 3, 2019

'It rained at Spring Equinox, and'

It rained at Spring Equinox, and
A beautiful quiet filled the house
In the dark just before sunrise;
There was only the sound of the rain
And my wife yelling for more
Toilet paper.

James
03 Apr 2019

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