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Monday, 29 July 2013

Bel's poem

It’s Raining It’s Pouring


The wind is
         howling,   
Outdoors the storm
Is starting.


Sound is bouncing
Off trees
Boomin’ on the
Window.


All the lights
On the street
Flicker.
Fires and heaters are on.

Rain Trickling
On The windows
Puddles forming
on the ground.



Bel Hutton.

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