February 16, 2009
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A shot is fired, a flash, and then
rain races to the ground
like bullets shot from up above
Rain pounds hard into my skin
bursting through my blouse
plunging deep underneath
chilling my flesh
Rain beats against the earth
falling swiftly without warning
Everyone runs to take cover from
the sniper in the sky

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