THE COMING STORM
when the ties that bind unwind
Mirror, Mirror on the wall who's the angriest of all? Friendships fail and empires fall with the bodies left behind... Brothers turn against Brother, Neighbors turn on each other- who weeps for one another When the ties that bind unwind?
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How was my new poem? I hope you liked it.
That looks like a mad cloud. Hope you have everything tied down. We are going to get below freezing and have some snow. Don't want it now Christmas is over!