Mar 2015
At twilight,*
in my deep slumber,
I roused to the rumble of thunder;
with dense showers soaking me tender,
Streaks of light sparkling like cinder,
roaring with dander, down came
T
H
E
B
O
L
T
that S RUCK *my fence.
in my deep slumber,
I roused to the rumble of thunder;
with dense showers soaking me tender,
Streaks of light sparkling like cinder,
roaring with dander, down came
T
H
E
B
O
L
T
that S RUCK *my fence.
Art of typography.
