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Nov 2010
I hear it again, this storm that I willed
It's too late to fight it, I can feel it all build
What I don't understand is that it's all around me
Where family and loved ones used to surround me
The winds rage on, I feel so alone
The voices cry out, but they all turn to stone
At a loss what to do, I look up above me
Then I finally realize, someone still loves me
Paul T. Shannon Jr.
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Paul T Shannon Jr  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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   --- and Flower Scent
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