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Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Storm Passing
Thunder rumbles across town
Before rain falls down;
And the lightning flashes bright.
Purple and blue are her gown,
Grey and gold her crown,
As she moves through the dark night.
But you need not a sad frown,
We will not yet drown;
The passing storm reveals light.
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