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The February winds
Are blowing,
Take a look outside,
It's snowing.
Heavy, like a
Summer rain,
Twisted, raw,
Bent, insane.
A thunder, warm,
And cool, and gray
Gently rolls the sky
Our way,
And lightning
Crashes, ever sore...
Reminding me
To shut the door.
The storm has come,
I humbly confide.
I think I'll spend
Today inside.
Copyright © MMXIV Richard D. Remler
*a spontaneous write
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