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No Small Wonder
now, it is no small wonder,
people are so scare of thunder.
you see the fear in their eyes.
as the thunder rolls across the skies.
whenever the lightning would flash,
and at the people the rain would lash.
making most run for cover,
a heaven they try to discover.
rain just falling,
wind just howling,
storm just a raging,
feelings you are a caging.
what do you do,
when you are feeling blue?
as the sun begins shining,
people who are wet begins grinning.
yes, as mud holes you hop,
after the rain does stop,
then your smile start to glow,
as happiness you come to know.
@copyright 2008 george platt all rights reserved
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