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Spring By Bryce W. When thunder and lightning starts, I go inside The grass the color of emeralds. Spider webs on trees with raindrops on them. My dad hammering nails with his hammer. Little drums drumming in my ear. Ripples of water in the old pond. A wolf howling at the moon at night. |