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in a tuft

of cat fur fly

entangling itself

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at the river

three storms

come together

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one wet stone

among the dry

rocks

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thunder

stacks the cats

on the bed

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the storm

brings layers

to the sky

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a natural smile

when you see

pigs

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the hens

hid all

the other eggs

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curled though

it is the acacia

blooms

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it’s still

the room with

all the dead flies

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through the fence

the jays

taunt you

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