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[ Mind Warp - Volume #6, Issue #05, File #85 ]
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[ This Indiana Night - by Chris ]
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This Indiana Night
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[Chris]
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THIS INDIANA NIGHT
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Indiana nights are like coffee beans;
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everything is dry until the water percolates down.
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But there is more to an Indiana night
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than a mug of caffeinated liquid.
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There's a chance something may happen this Indiana night.
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Each cloud changes in gradient from a pure white;
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a contrast of grays mounted on a blue canvas.
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Points of view are misty, but still visible
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as the moon beams like a pinwheel of spirals.
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There's a chance something may happen this Indiana night.
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All the smiles on the children's faces turn to frowns;
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they know what is to come as mothers holler.
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A cow, as a breeze rustles the corn stalks,
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lays on its side to give birth to her calf.
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There's a chance something may happen this Indiana night.
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As the rain begins to fall in installments, I cry too;
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each dark cloud comforts my lost affection.
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I extend my trembling hand to the heavens for help
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but it roars and spits, as if my dedication was not true.
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Something happened this Indiana night.
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