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Aug 2020
When thunder strucks,
and lightning glows
Gentle Giants go.

They don't look back,
they don't forget
but always give a show.

From left to back,
and top to right
the seats are packed..

Let's start the night.

Gently, my dear, don't you fear..
for here there's no more fright..
Written by
Ray  22/M
(22/M)   
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