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Dark skies are moving in.
The town is dark as sin.
Rumbling fills the humid air,
And The Dead will soon be here.
Hail begins to fall,
Big as a baseball.
Lightning joins the hot fray.
I’m not going to stay.
We must escape this night
Before we lose the fight.
Wolf has come for me.
I’m as afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
Looks like something is doing a good job of "pushing up daisies," in front of that post. ;-)
Ron