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Current mood:  bummed Category: Writing and Poetry
they flew across the blue sky their payload locked and ready a push from someones finger let it rain down quick and steady
the fire is on the ground but the smoke snakes way up high people left there standing they hang their heads and cry
smoke it chokes the sunlight madness on the streets there are no birds a singin the flowers dont smell sweet
clouds are snow and ash on a warm day in july people left there standing they hang their heads and cry
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