Hurricane

by Glenn Brown

By Glenn BrownPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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The furious sky

Scours the lands beneath it

Screams with wind and rain

Haiku

About the Creator

Glenn Brown

I have a driver's license.

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Testabout a year ago
well done

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