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Hide From The Rain


the rain has returned
it is
beating me down
rain usually does

drenching me
and penetrating me with its
cold shafts of grey

ducks must feel this way
why is it
that I can't wear
weather-proof feathers

are ducks weather-proof
on the inside
as well

please,
pray tell..
how do I hide
from the
rain

surely
its become
my way of feeling



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Meloo/Melissa A. Howells
straight from her "Tilt-a-World"

time/date stamped: November 14, 2016
4:06 in the afternoon PST

Hello World, Is IT Raining In Your World?





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