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January 2016 A Condition ....
Like speeding rivulets, of mercury.
Silvery rain, runs down, the glass.
Grey skies, had heralded,
black thunder.
Now nature, showed her wrath.
Cold, driven deep, to the core .
Winter's icy blasts, cut to the bone.
No mercy
none asked.
Giajl © Jim Love
