Poetry
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Rain come

Rain come

And settle all the sins done by man

Wash the face of the east

And rinse into the bowel of crescent

Rain come

And wipe away our slate clean

Bring in new hope and fresh calm

And cool the land of misery

Rain come

And settle all the debts paid by Adam

Make new the land for the rising sun

And teach us how to receive the spring

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My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.

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