At twilight,
in my deep slumber,
I roused to the rumble of thunder;
with dense showers soaking me tender,
Streaks of light sparkling like cinder,
roaring with dander, down came
*T
H
E*
***B
O
L
T***
that S RUCK my fence.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
At twilight,
in my deep slumber,
I roused to the rumble of thunder;
with dense showers soaking me tender,
Streaks of light sparkling like cinder,
roaring with dander, down came
*T
H
E*
***B
O
L
T***
that S RUCK my fence.
Art of typography.
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