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Joshua meador rainy windy day
Shivering branches scares fleeing birds
Waving clothes seeks
The cozy corner of a wardrobe
Palm trees block against the wind
The sky pulls a curtain of blackness
Fleeing kids,
jumping Josh jams James
Litters of rubbish terrified by drops
Groaning doors and clapping windows
Closing doors closes stalls
Noisy roofs and flowing streams
Across the street
we see a wetting floor
Speaking sky yells out thunder
Fright and comfort
Cool and noise
Just another wet day
on a suppose Sunday

Paul Aremooluwa
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      2016

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