When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right — Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
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When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right.

— Ted Kooser, Braided Creek
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