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Jun 2013
I go outside
Out for a walk
It starts to pour
Then I hear the thunder roar
I head home as fast as I can
And I think to myself ****
I see some lightning ahead
It gets closer and closer
It hits me
I'm dead
Natasha Smith
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Natasha Smith  Maine
(Maine)   
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