Take Heed - A Storm is Coming
Dr Abe V Rotor
Old folks warn of a coming storm:one side is quiet and placid,the other disturbing and eerily calm;there's but little time to bid.Soon the sky closes into darkness,the valley a roaring river;fowls to their coops take shelter,hurry up the children for cover.Before the forecast flashes on screen,parents on top of their voice,urge the boys to immediately get home;but boys are always boys.Braving the wind, singing in the rain,in the flood wading, giggling;wait until they too, grow up like us,guided by our warning. ~
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