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Wednesday, August 18, 2004


   no name poem
and though the mighty thunder comes,
his laughter sails through the air.
and as the mighty thunder runs,
you find he's no longer there.

so while i listen for the clash,
the boom i can faintly hear,
i find only lonliness from the fading crash,
and a rain drop for every tear.

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