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Odin It was a savage walk A vicious wind slapped my face. Manifest anxieties echoed across Billows of boiling black distilled Bombarded from the sky; Hail Falling to my knees, trying to The Gods, proving their superiority, © Mike Berger Mike Berger is an MFA, PhD. He is retired and writes poetry and short
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