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Footnote: Late Spring's Precipitation, 1978
I thought that rain, like
fine mist, had wet my sleeves; but
my own shed tears had
dampened them. I sure did want
to write a "woe is me" poem.
Kyakuchuu
I thought that rain, like
fine mist, had wet my sleeves; but
my own shed tears had
dampened them. I sure did want
to write a "woe is me" poem.
Kyakuchuu
