I heard the thunder, neither loud nor proud.
I can not tell
Whether any rain fell,
Yet I know the well
Is dry.
There are no tears to cry
Save for the crocodile
Kind
and I find
That I am sick of the false smile
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K Morris - Poet 
This is outstanding, Kevin!
Enter your comment here…Thank you, Lucy!