11/25/97 Icy tree branches Tap across the glass Then boney fingers Sift through the grass. As the fingers pass All that's living dies Dark clouds gather And in a heap they lie. Storms break out Unleashing furry Dead leaves blow by Seeming to be in a hurry. With the heavens in a rage And the freezing wind blowing Skeletal birds fly by The death shadow they are towing. ~Inspiered by Unity *ahem!*(David and Dexter)
Back to the Future!! Actually, back to the past, but you get the idea...
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