THOUGHTS I
                       By Andrew Campbell 1995


        Black sky cold rain
        Pouring water on
        Gathering clouds white sky
        Warm summer gone
        Quick skip head down
        In the car, drive
        Blurred screen wipers click
        Misty hail hive
        Music blast silent sleep
        Shake the pillow well
        Dancing shouting screaming
        Banging echoes like a bell.

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