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Rustic Rainstorm (Free verse) by MacFrantic It was raining cats and dogs yesterday.
Then the cattle started falling;
it got out of hand.
My own private rustic rainstorm,
courtesy of the redneck nation.
Cow pies turning ripe in the swirling wind.
Now the shifting clouds quickly converge,
bringing thunderous vibration and
dashes of lightning that sprinkle the plain.
The impossibility of an honest day, and
the inevitability of the waning afternoon,
weighing themselves against my tired mind.
Up the ladder:
"Burn"
Down the ladder:
Fake, Emo and Over Shaven
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Posted: August 28, 2004 9:46 PM PDT; Last modified: January 21, 2005 2:03 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.029801 Overall Rank: 7365 Comments:
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Dovina @ 209.247.222.108
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22-Jan-05/7:05 AM
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I like the cow pies turning ripe in the rain and their smell in the wind, a fresh, good smell. I've had my own private thunderstorm and liked it very much.
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