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THE RAINS HAVE PASSED,
CLOUDS BREAK APART,
REVEAL THE BLUISH SKIES.
PUDDLES! PUDDLES!
EVERYWHERE!
TO CATCH THE MISCHIEF EYE.
THEY RUN ABOUT..
SPLASH AROUND..
LAUGHING TILL THEY CRY.
TO LAUGH AND PLAY,
THE JOYS OF YOUTH..
PLAYING IN BARE FEET.
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WET FEET
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