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Terror's Storm
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Terror's Storm |
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Keith Morgan Member
since 2001-10-29
Posts 114Md |
Terror’s Storm During a summer storm, Anger brushes through the trees, As the gods play a game of tag And trample those they hate. A knocking at my window, For chaos beckoned my soul; I peered out of curiosity, And the wind whispered my name. I paused to comprehend, Laughter was returned for my ignorance. To my surprise, I sneered in insolence; Then the face of death stared back. Marcel Write from the soul and the words will flow |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Keith, Seems you got caught off guard twice! Appears to be slightly intimidating to me. I think I had that visit recently. Good job.  Show you care to those you love...today. |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
Keith, that sounds like one heck of a storm. Glad you made it through. Good job, ME |
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