a_dealer_in_words
Hudsonville MI, 1956
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I remember those nights
I couldn't get through to you when quiet storms
Came rattled the window panes
Couldn't keep a thing the same way when the storm
Blew in and the furniture rearranged
I can see lighting there and a funnel cloud
And her mother said, "I swear I saw lighting in your eyes
When that call got through to the other side."
- La Dispute