Category: fear
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Porch rain
Hot summer day late afternoon rain water flows in street Thunder overhead somewhere a tree is cleaved to ground No matter, how cool you try to be, a flash and crack makes you jump You steal yourself for the next one and hope it doesn’t strike too close 6-30-20
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Oh, hell no!
After the storm, in the middle of the night I awoke from dream Telling my wife the baby was hungry and needs nursing That ship sailed long ago with a vasectomy in 1986 She said wake up You’re talking in your sleep, again 5-25-20
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