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Apr 2018
When I was little,

my dad told me

that thunder

was God snoring.

How could this be?

If rain was Him crying

and lightning was

His sneezing?

Now, my dad tells me

to grow up and act my age.

I'm sorry,

but I thought

you were the one

treating me like

a child.
aslan
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aslan  24/Two-Spirit
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