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The sun has finally chosen to stay,
Peeking out from behind the thicket of clouds,
Bathing us in its glorious heartwarming rays of life,
Driving us out from under the hedge,
Out we come to play.
The long ridiculed sprinkle,
The one we named as rain,
Grown up it has been,
From struggling weak pee-like tinkles,
To the tree-breaking torrential gale.
Abby and George hand in hand,
One eating another in the unforgiving land,
The cycle must resume from the break,
And I'd assume that,
Cornelius is waiting for that change.
I am waiting for your change =)
Erratic Behaviour
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