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March blows her un-easy gales upon a pre-spring's eve crys her chillish wails. The heavens hang dark no flicker of her candles, as a lemon drop moon steps behind her shadow. Hairs stand on end in salute to the distant storm "twister to the north" sounds the weather horn. Excitement teases fear in await of the unknown. Surges cut the dark in lacerated jolts. The heavens stand to reason with naturalistic revolts. As east meets west for a tango in the dark. Climatic eruptions burst with thunderous applause. Rains down with relief for an earthly thirst. In an orgasmic release nurtures nature's rebirth. Presents aerial displays upon heaven's cathedral dome, for the occupants seated beneath cradled in thier homes.
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