The storm rages around me
lightning streaks the gloomy sky
The hail batters my body
I believe I am to die
Twisters tear my home asunder
whilst lava sets it ablaze
a quake knocks me to my back
its power does scare and amaze
Desperate to save my little life
I think of a cunning scheme
I yell to the storm, "I love you"
and it flees with a frightened scream.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
The Third Law
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