Swept
More rain, then more rain.
The clouds came down to my head.
Swept me off my feet.
The clouds came down to my head.
Swept me off my feet.
Labels: Pathetic poetry.
Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.
Labels: Pathetic poetry.
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And here was I thinking you were posting about brooms.
Sounds like redistribution of wet would be helpful. We really need a drop here, though the sunshine is gorgeous.
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