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Tuesday, February 14, 2012
poem
Home to all that flies
large empty space with nothing but clouds
below the stars lies the sky
on july fourth people gaze in crowds
tears from clouds turn to downpours
higher altitudes than the earth
Rain flooding through into houses floors
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