Thunderstorm Thunderstorm outside,Warm and dry inside my bed.I think I’ll just hide.5/6/2004 Others are Reading Magician’s Epiphany Nazi Gold Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: FLARE on GOD 125 God-scented Halitosis Enduring Ache Many a Maiden’s Lips Have I Kissed Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * − seven = 2
