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guess we’ll have to cancel that picnic, baby the forecast is: hazy delusions followed by the stinging rains of prejudice with clouds obscuring the sun
tomorrow’s no better, they say: intolerant hail with fanatical icy patches on the ground and a fog of uncertainty that will make it hard to get around
but keep the basket packed anyway we’ll see the light again some day when the winds of change blow away these clouds obscuring the sun
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