Summer 2010

I could predict a pretty heavy

Thunderstorm if you'd let me

Take shelter beneath your waist line

I'd find time

For breaking news

To let you know that there would soon

Be thunder and lighting

And possibly biting, and scratching, and screaming

With gusts so rough

You might end up bleeding

But the waves you'll see receding from the shoreline

Will leave you with time to reconcile

And keep your heart from oberbeating

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