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Night in
Staccato rhythm turning the roof,
into a snare drum
as I glancing outside
to see the road turn white
with hail.
Childlike wonder fills me,
as I settle into the beat
of the storm outside.
into a snare drum
as I glancing outside
to see the road turn white
with hail.
Childlike wonder fills me,
as I settle into the beat
of the storm outside.
Published 16th Dec 2013
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