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| Evil In The Sky It sizzles in my mind They are there in a horde Breaking the day The day I had adored It falls from the sky and lands on my head It falls on my car, my friends Young, old, living, dead From dark clouds they are spawned They know what they do Their sadistic evil is icy cold It chills me through and through It touches my skin with a bite and a pinch My muscles tighten And I flinch The battle is lost I just run My enemy has done his job He's taken all my fun By Nate Cornelius (copywritten) |
| Commentary By Author This is one of my early poems. I like it. It's not very serious. Although I feel this way when some dark rain clouds decide to ruin a good game of frisbe. |
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