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Oct 2010
I sit here in my lack of wonder
Wondering who stole my thunder
thunder sounds as I go under
Under storms that stole my thunder

I, my child.  I be wild
Wilderness is nature's child
Child of wild is worth your while
you should trust my lack of style

Wonder when there's time to plunder
Plunder!  Find my stolen thunder
Thunder is what makes me hunger
Hunger stops the going under
JG, 2010
JMG
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