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My Life

My life is like a natural disaster;
wind blowing
every which way.
Rain, making it cloudy
and grey.

The rain eventually
slows down.
The wind stops blowing.


After a while the storm comes back, as a wave like a tsunami.


Cars drown people die.


Rain  falls  into my life like rain droplets landing on the roof like a snare drum rolling.

MY life My storm.
 




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