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The Storm
Late at night the rain pours down
HARDER and HARDER!
The wind blows my tie out of my hair.
The moon shinning bright and high.

I step my toes in puddle edge.
Me and my green rain coat,
Shiver hidden under dark trees.


As early morning comes around
I sit in that puddle.


Shinning beams of light.
Birds pitter patter in there nest.

Laying in the road,
One tear rolls down my cheek.
Naked.





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