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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Gloomy
As the dark clouds loom over the city,
fluffy white clouds are disappearing,
trees are swaying,
thunder is rumbling,
rain drops are falling,
umbrellas are opening.
I don't like rainy days.
It's gloomy.
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