If the rain comes
they run and hide their heads
They might as well be dead…
I love the rain. So did Lennon, apparently.
If you don’t like the rain, BC’s not a great place to make your home. But even here, it does sometimes stop. And then you see the little jewels the rain leaves behind to reward our patience. Les petits bijoux.
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- A rose by any other name… still shouldn’t be called Aloysius to its face
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- Let me reflect on that
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- Wouldn’t YOU pucker if you had a stick up your bum?
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- Leaf it to me
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- Crying over you
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- Let’s be best buds
