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Mar 2015
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     
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                              that       S       RUCK  *my fence.
Art of typography.
Arvind Srinivasan
Written by
Arvind Srinivasan  Chennai, TN, India
(Chennai, TN, India)   
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