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A storm is coming
I can feel it
It is power
But May Hill is cloudless, its trees glittering turrets of freedom
A flash of lightning in my ear
I can taste electricty
I hope I make it home
A misplaced joke turned to prophecy
The rain on the tin roof,
Clattering in beautiful monotony

Copyright John de Gruyther 2015

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