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Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Elijah's epic poem


THE STORM
The dog bolting
through the rain,
the breeze blowing
rain,
Continuously falling.
Dark clouds
performing into one
pitter patter, pitter patter,
water falling
On your face.
The storm growling
at the people,
the water dripping
at the tip
of you're finger.

By Elijah

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