I love the pouring rain...

dancing and splashing among puddles
drowning out all of life’s muddles
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piano with Ying Hao
chill out and lounge
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i never have to touch poetry EVER again
wonder if things will ever be the same
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the game of who’s to be blamed
you eliminated 2 so who else? *evil grin*
you really should be ashamed
for being such a spiteful lee mean...
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I cried...
Sinbad had died...
(heck EA1)
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I seem to have... made an exception to 2 of my rules today
1. No doing poetry for exams
2. no ... ...
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but at least, thanks...
at least today ended off well for a while at least...
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only by grace
thats how things work out...
like how they did last year...
not by might nor by power
but by the spirit of God...