Thunder Game
Thunderbolt, thunderclap!
Tonight, somewhere above the overcast sky,
the gods hold an open bowling tournament;
the earth shudders, then violently trembles
as gigantic balls crash, roll and roar overhead,
barreling noisily down titanic bowling alleys,
exploding, blasting away at colossal tenpins!
Thunderclap, thunderbolt!
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