Everytime I write the word Poetry I think of Edgar Allan Poe

Why? Me and the rest of the world may never know…

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What a Flash Flood is like

  So this weekend my and my family went to Mt.Badly to pick berries and see my Momma Alison. Everything was okay, only that it was a solid 74 degrees outside and barely any sun. There was also a little drizzle, but Momma Alison didn’t think much of it because “It hadn’t rained in a good 10 years.”- we were on a different topic when she told me that. But anyways lets just skip the boring introduction and get right to it.

What is a Flash Flood like? 


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