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Thursday, April 6, 2017

Bowling?

Gray, weeping skies,
No sun to squint my eyes.
A flash, a crash, and booms
shaking the walls, the rooms.
"God's bowling again," Dad said.

"Be careful He doesn’t hit you on your head!"
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