the sky
being a bowl
of
thunder
lighting and
rain,
stirred
loudly,
makes our
affection
for one
another
come to life,
keeps us
inside
where our own
storm will
reside.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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