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Jul 2011
Lightning dances on my walls
shadows of the past race with the roll of thunder
faces
places
traces of you
daughters are made on nights like these

The cool breezes of my youth move through me
memories
hope
you sat on my lap and my boyhood dreams were answered
you smiled at me

this tempest will bring new life
new hope
and dances of our own
AC Brooks
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