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I Change Stations with the Storm

It sounds like the angels are throwing furniture at each other Such crashing and bashing! I listen to the hard rock channel There is a lull; I peek outside. Rain drizzles down my window. I switch stations to classical; the kind of music you find in Fantasia. Lightning flashes outside smash along well with the frenzy in this music.

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