I was awakened this morning,
By loud roaring on the twenty seventh day,
Of the tenth month of this year.
I gaze out my window with
Awe, amazement and disbelief.
I see enormous spears,
Rising from the ground with
Fire and long plumes of smoke!
I begin to hear loud
Sirens.
I hear people running and screaming,
"Those mad men have started that great war in the desert."
I begin to hear loud explosions to my East.
See giant mushrooms sprouting all around me.
In a bright flash.
I wake up. and say, "Thank God, this was
All, just a terrible dream."
I look at the calendar.
I see that it's the twenty seventh day,
Of the tenth month of this year.
I turn to the morning News on TV. I see a Special
Report. Saying, "War in the desert so far away has begun.
October Skies.
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