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![]() The Speed of Lightning We see it strike. We see it strike As we go ‘round in our bike. We see it strike. We hear it rumble. We hear it rumble. Back home, we tumble. We hear it rumble. My brother hides in the restroom. He is scared of thunder. I walk to my bedroom And I prepare to slumber. By Mr. Quezada’s Class 2013-2014 |
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