The skies are crying,
Pecking birds fly to their nests;
Worms come out to play
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The skies are crying,
Pecking birds fly to their nests;
Worms come out to play
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mlowe5 says: Nature's setup! Poor worms when the rain stops. ONE, love_supreme. Thanks. Peace and Love. |
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