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Summers Come...Though It's 

Blocked out the sun!

But, he wasn't looking anyway.

Roaring...... filled ears.

Time slowed, then stopped.

While death flew, 

.......cleansing, the air.

Molten metal shards, pierced ......clothes.

Then mortal flesh.

Indiscriminate, uncaring , unceasing.

It rolled like a tide, killing un merciless .

Leaving nowhere to hide.

In the middle of June.

Giajl © Jim Love