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Clung Tenaciously
God’s mountains with its mighty peaks,
could be seen well in the distance,
separated by rivers and creeks,
and one featured plumes of angry smoke,
shooting in upward streaks,
everything in its path will choke,
it rose seemingly to the top of the sky,
imaginations fly,
dust leaving organic signatures,
as God’s blue print covers and surrounds,
and clumps of debris,
clung tenaciously to the ground,
for all Mankind to see.
Copyright ©
Frank F. Atanacio
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