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Noise

A little thunder never hurt

Let it rattle everything

It  steams the aching ground

Like a cool hand on a fever

It smells sweet.

Amazing that two opposing whispers

Could bellow so noisily

All they had to do was meet

It’s been so noisy everywhere

But I haven’t heard this noise

Oh if it could always be this noise.

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