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So I went to the clouds

                                           and hails

      sprung down down


          rock solid

                               tiny pebbles

                                                         of ice!

       On the windshield

                                            they hit like golf balls

Oh but they are small

                                       bouncing like glass beads

And then they're gone!


                                                             sublimated I can't tell

And then they're gone.

                                                 Just the drizzle

         of a lazy rain

                                          and stuffy air.








Note: Wrote this with the rules that I couldnt go back and fix anything or think about the next line for too long. Feel free to make critiques and suggestions.



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