The pace quickened,
On this stormy night.
Always something lurking,
That can suddenly give you a fright.
I'm not scared too easily,
But this was one of those nights.
Will be glad when I get home,
And have this evening out of sight.
I could see at a distance,
Our home on the hillside.
Never looked so inviting,
Can't wait to get inside.
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Love ya!
Jane