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The Storm A husband a father and a friend Left his wife one sunny spring day He drove out the house and around the bend So that he could go fishing and play

Clouds moved like runners in a race They were cotton balls soaking up black water The wife looked out with a frown on her face He knew he was arriving later

Rushing home and not thinking with his head The roads were slick and the wind was howling He should have looked where the road lead It seems as if death was out prowling

Taking a wrong turn down the grassy road A deer was out grazing in the storm Crash! goes the car and its heavy load And the wife gets up early to mourn