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Jun 2020
I  was  stood  on  the  edge
of  a  precipice.
When  a  loud  clap  of  thunder
came  down  from  a  red  sky.
Then  it  turned  black
black  as  the  night.
There  was  certainly
a  lack  of  oxygen  in  the  air.
So  i  made  my  way  home
in  the  driving  rain.
Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.
Keith Wilson
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Keith Wilson  Windermere UK
(Windermere UK)   
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