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A tiny poem
. . .
The sun rises up Like a black ball of mud The summer breeze wails Like gale force winds The dew fall descends Like sweat on my brow
The sun rises up
Like a black ball of mud
The summer breeze wails
Like gale force winds
The dew fall descends
Like sweat on my brow
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