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Stormbringer
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A wild rage blooms.
The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, –
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road … -- Dickinson.
A threat barely contained.
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