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A fiddle in the rain


Some days get so hard,

I get to thinking –

how much more of 

THIS

can I take??

So of course the

winds yell 

louder 

and my house 

begins to shake.  

SERIOUSLY??

I scream

and get in heaven’s face 

And suddenly

I realize,

it’s 

because of all the blowing

I am 

standing…swaying…learning,

how to tap dance

on my 

flowing …quaking…shaking…

roof 

to a fiddle 

crooning

  love songs

in the 

…..rain

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