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Rocking And Rolling And Wringing Wet
We were ambling in leathers down Florida Mall
When the sky caved and showed us its power
Like lightning it dropped, pure cats and dogs
What hip street cats call a power shower
Rocking and rolling and wringing wet
All conventions shot out of the window
The beat of Nature kicked in from nowhere
Man, can you dig that wind blow!
A summer storm cools down the street
...Monday 31st August 2020 10:42 am
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