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Post by Mephistopheles on Jun 11, 2005 12:20:50 GMT -5
When it's still coming, you can see it, when it's almost here, you can even smell it, when it gets here, you can hear it and feel it, but you can never taste it, you don't fear it nor it hurts you and still, you run from it. What is it?
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Post by Calumon on Aug 16, 2005 17:35:18 GMT -5
[glow=purple,5,300]My guess is: Rain.[/glow]
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Post by Mephistopheles on Aug 16, 2005 18:44:23 GMT -5
Yeah, rain.
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