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Saturday, March 3, 2007
July Morning in Minnesota
This is about one of those days when you just wish it would rain.
Thunder wakes me, I stagger out Duped into bringing umbrella and coat. The sky still frowns and curls its lip, But heat, eye-blurring, blasts about, And I choke on each cloying sip.
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