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The Weather Here

A melancholy mizzle
Settled over the falsely promising sunrise.
Not a single breath of wind came along
To scatter the sky's agenda awry.
This miserable drizzle!
The awful sprinkle was to last all day.
Not storm, or soften,
But steadily mist all the day.
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