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Aug 2014
claps of lightning crackle
through gray-blue clouds
the wind howls and lifting
the roof off the old red barn
as the sleepy cottonwoods
gather in for this storm
Lord,
provide them with shelter but
Keep them from harm
Written by
Stu Harley
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