The rains came early that September Falling from a brooding leaden sky, After months of unending sunshine When all colour drained from fields and leaves, And small lakes and reservoirs dried up, Baked earth like concrete all that remained. The relentless...
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Oh lady fair, so haughty, and so coldly proud,Entreat though I may, naught it seems can ever pierceThe adamantine shell that guards your cruel soul,And even my most honeyed words are all in vain.However hard I strive to rise above the crowdOf those that p...