It was a dark and stormy night
As black as your “heart of a lion”
Clawing at his throat
While living in a white pickup truck
The bed filled with water
From the monsoon, winds whipping
Dark lumps of clouds past a blond moon
Reminding me of spring turning to summer
Transitional time
Change jingles in my pocket
It’s going to stay there
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