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Approaching Storm

Thunder rumbles, sounding nearer. A small window frames an angry, cloudy sky. The room grows darker, except for one corner, holding un-earthly glows. He fumbles with the remote, as he loosens a loud belch. The wife arrives, carrying a permanent frown.

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Date: 6/27/2010 1:26:00 PM
Very interesting pictures this brings. Thank you for your ocmments on my snooze poem. Love, Joyce
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Date: 6/27/2010 11:53:00 AM
I love this also... very well written .... Michael
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Date: 6/26/2010 9:52:00 PM
haha, what an interesting little poem this is, Virginia!!
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Date: 6/26/2010 7:17:00 PM
lol he he funny one,, the thunder was the hunger wasn't it lol...cool write, enjoyed...P.D.
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Date: 6/26/2010 7:17:00 PM
We just got to see a fireworks show from our house it was nice, cute poem, witty!!
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