Early Rain

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By <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

as cars pass and i walk home a night forgotten all my own in the rain and grey blessing mist they are off to church a concept i missed i stand tall and smirk when they glance the looks upon their faces today it makes me never ever want to change no hows, no way. and who knows i could be following you i could be off to see God too the black sheep that the flock grew but you doubt that highly don't you? xoxo Ellie J

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