Wednesday, February 19, 2014

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With a shot from a gun, the bang of a drum, now the time to run,
Winds fiercely tear, fingers through our hair, we without a care,
My heart was racing, in time chasing, but you still pacing,
No relent from these gusts, my mind moving in thrusts, my heart lusts.
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Alexander Thomas
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