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Kunama 1971


Summer Storm



I can hear the thunder rumble
away behind the hill,
As the storm is growing nearer
While I lean against my sill.
Again I hear the growling
For the storm is here upon me
And the wind is really howling
With a lot of noisy fuss

But soon it will be over
And again all will be still
The bees will buzz in clover
As I lean against my sill

Glenyce Woodhouse 3B



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