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Post by bobojr on Dec 4, 2006 20:36:00 GMT -5
A Test, A Trial
The gentle calm before the storm, Uneasy moments in the room, Now Fearsome thoughts: impending doom. The warning given, heed not at all, With courage tis but a squall. Standing yet as hard as stone, The storm, iy breaks, but not alone. An awesome sight: blue green gray, Sun once more now lights the way. Thoughts weree thought, all in vain. Peace, rejoice with soothing rain.
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