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“Upon A Stormy Night by Stewart Stafford Lay that downy head beneath a roof, Lest the lightning sear those temples, As the lamb hears the hewing blade, We sense when the last hour arrives. Testing thunder of the scolding deities, A gallows silence rings in every dimple. Rain, sobbing, weeping for humankind, with no potent hand to dry damp eyes. The upturned night's rage passes on, Sprightly dawn cracks a guardian eye, Cowed people check the gashed skies, Grins, not marked by a storm's blemish. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

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