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Tunguska Dawn
Tunguska Dawn
The day the false storm came
My brother Chekaren and I
Were asleep beside a campfire
The smell of burning wood drifted
Across our sleeping forms
When suddenly a thunderclap
Awoke us from deep sleep
And we saw the second sun
Blazing white heat tore our shirts
And made our skin hot to the touch
And all around we heard the sound
Of the secon...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 2:26 pm
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