Windchimes clang fitfully. Fat raindrops fall. The storm is here.
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3 Responses Jul 24, 2010

Running inside, I slip and fall in a big puddle.

The door creeked, I caught my wife packed leaving me.<br />
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(c) Lawrence Elliott, MD, 28 July 2010

Thank you firebear, for a compliment from a poet! ;-)