05-10-05
Through the air, through the night,
Something was felt, felt with much might;
It could not be seen, it was very dark,
It caused no pain, it lit no spark;
Yet there was no doubt, there was something there,
A distinct mark was made, a mark most rare;
What left such a mark, no one knew for sure,
The evidence of the event, will allow it to endure.
05-10-05
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