Twenty-nine Syllables on a Sunday

A photo of dark clouds hanging over the ocean with a poem overlayed on the photo: 

The thunder and lightning are hanging low tonight 
It feels like the bolts are next door 
and the rumbles are just to the right

The thunder and lightning

are hanging low tonight

It feels like the bolts are next door

and the rumbles are just to the right

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