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We'd lay in the gutters when it rained
water flowing as mindful madness
rocks, wrappers and weeds
it didn't matter that the sky was
a brackish color of purple-green
you see, those are for accomplished bruises
but here they were fire for a coming storm

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"And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains"
~ From: "The Coming Rains", Bruce Cockburn


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