Random Poem by Michael WheelerWyatt

The rain is really pouring now
On the streets of London Town

The lightning strikes the fields of gold
In the heights of old creole

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Things are coming now

Strange lights up in the sky
As Dublin loses all of its pride

The thunder bolts can’t pass you by
The gasps cry out from a small child

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Things are happening now

It’s the things that we don’t know
That enables us all to grow

But you don’t know what they are
The deep memories are those that scare

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It’s all over now