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In the center of your calm
A midsummer Louisiana rain fell on a hot tin roof
The steam drew away - by a shearing wind that blew
The thunder growled - as the banshee howled
The dancing rain pounded and groomed the ground
And we lay together
In the center of your calm
While I lay, quieted in the shelter of your calm
The storm rages on
Friday 23rd February 2018 2:36 pm
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