Missed a Gear With Much Fear
slipped and missed a gear
worried and was with much fear
did run over deer
God who is endowed
made much thunder which was loud
coming from a cloud
each thunder instance
was done with much persistence
close or from distance
thunder was abrupt
destroy and is corrupt
upset and disrupt
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2022
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