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How sad is it that I get up in the middle of the night to get a drink, see a message blinking on my computer, and sit down at the desk?

MSN is still hating me so my internet experience is definitely not pleasant tonight.

But I wanted to get this up while I was thinking about it...the promised companion poem to My Thunderstorm ... tell me whose POV & why ... but I refuse to be held accountable for any plot bunnies that pop up from this ...

( Poem )