Dannalee Williams Poems

I dream for the day I live again,
The day that is the beginning of me.
I dream of the day I come back again,
The day that I finally begin to see.
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Whether we're right
Or wrong
Whether we're smart
Or not
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The rain comes pouring down
Pouring down in buckets
Making a thunderous sound
It's making such a ruckus
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Creeping, Crawling, Slithering and Sliding
Armed to the teeth with weapons
Never say I didn't warn you
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