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I have a love hate relationship with storms. Sometimes I like them (as long as they cause no harm) and sometimes I hate them (when they threaten lives). But tornadoes scare the begeezuz out of me!! I like thunderstorms as long as they arent too close.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you.
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