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As the whistle blew

The game started.

The ball was being passed back and forth.

Fouls were being called.

Goals were being shot.

With the scoreboard going wild.

8 minutes on the clock with the score tied,

As the whistle blew.

 

After the storm

The sun rose.

The warmth spread,

and I yawned my way out of bed to the sound of water dripping off the leaves.

Water flowed down the gutter of the road.

The flowers opened their petals to the sun while the grass dried,

after the storm.

 

As the night falls,

The sun sets.

The moon lights up.

The stars shine.

While the sky dims its light,

As the night falls.

 

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