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Apr 2015
Wet pavement slaps, at the feet
that step in puddles repeatedly
under a childs' booted thunder clap,
the lightening dazzle
strikes from a bright
flash of smiling teeth,
the cloud of hair
blowing in the wind
gives no hint of letting up.
Listen...more raucous rolling laughter, coming nearer.
Clem C
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Clem C  On a comedy tour
(On a comedy tour)   
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   Lior Gavra
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