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The Lightening Strikes
The tigers yawn, the lions roar.
I lay on my front lawn, and watch the eagles soar.
The grass is so green, and I start to feel ever so free.
It turns to night, as the owls come out.
I head inside as I look back and admire the sight,
the night life livens as it comes out and about.
The thunder rolls, the lightening strikes.
I get out the ice-cream and a bowl.
I go into the living room, and sit and think,
about what it is that I like.
I lay on my front lawn, and watch the eagles soar.
The grass is so green, and I start to feel ever so free.
It turns to night, as the owls come out.
I head inside as I look back and admire the sight,
the night life livens as it comes out and about.
The thunder rolls, the lightening strikes.
I get out the ice-cream and a bowl.
I go into the living room, and sit and think,
about what it is that I like.
Published 12th Sep 2009
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