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November 26, 2011

Light rain falls steadily this dark morning.
Bare trees will be soaked to the skin.
I hear the gutters running freely 
and wonder where and how this rain
will make its way into my old house.
So many things to worry over and care for.
I am thankful that a house of my own 
is one of them.

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