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Oct 2011
The storm outside grew calmer,
calmer and calmer still,
until

we realized the birds were out
and suddenly, people were
mowing

their lawns and making noise
and why did it have to be so loud
when

it was more quiet during the storm
as the storm outside grew calmer,
calmer and calmer; still.
Heather Butler
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Heather Butler
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