Paula's House of Toast
like a hole in the head
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
The Rain The Plain
It grew dark
then darker.
The birds gathered far above.
"Look," I cried. "A tornado !"
"Oh, pshaw," replied DK.
Well, it DID rain.
Even on the Governor's mansion and beautiful sunflower gate.
We did NOT, however, need this.
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