A Low Dissonant Rumble Poem by James McLain
A Low Dissonant Rumble
I knew when the candy arrived,
as a child it raddled a copper or two.
When you became violently ill,
dusted tootsies, Tinna to sing, tunes you
could, as the rule as is just, for a dollar.
Days when resonant distant thunder appeared,
heavenly is the wind, lightning would crack,
using there coin,
to the store and back invisable is rain.
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