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Rain, an exercise in blank verse...
The joyous, carefree child, May, awash in bitter tears, Her locks hung with bedraggled blooms, bowing with their burden Below the persistent, unyielding, relentless curtain. Birds sing flat notes that beat the ground, unheeded and unheard, Heavy-lidded eyes watch... and wait... and wonder ... This blog entry has been viewed 402 times
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I like it, and I see her before me too. Are you feeling washed away, CP?
Lol, pretty much, Droopy. I really miss the sun, can you tell?
Well written Mary, enjoyed it.
Great writting Critter,I also picture her so well.
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