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Most people would say things were better here before the hurricane— granted living on top of your roof has its drawbacks— no shade in the day and no friends nearby— it’s a ****** quiet time— things certainly were good two weeks ago to watch a funeral step second line droning a hoarse dirge down the street— before this town began drowning— furniture floats by on its way out of town smarter than most watchers-by— but there are upsides to the situation— the view now free to swing at its leisure over a whole city of roofs spread like Monopoly houses across the flat teal-blue board— small rowboats float down the brand-new waterways picking up waving folks from one roof after another— there’s people that have done this before— the quiet after disaster expecting help wanting none and hearing no music for days—
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Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
Survivor's Dirge
Most people would say things were better here before the hurricane— granted living on top of your roof has its drawbacks— no shade in the day and no friends nearby— it’s a ****** quiet time— things certainly were good two weeks ago to watch a funeral step second line droning a hoarse dirge down the street— before this town began drowning— furniture floats by on its way out of town smarter than most watchers-by— but there are upsides to the situation— the view now free to swing at its leisure over a whole city of roofs spread like Monopoly houses across the flat teal-blue board— small rowboats float down the brand-new waterways picking up waving folks from one roof after another— there’s people that have done this before— the quiet after disaster expecting help wanting none and hearing no music for days—
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zach-gomes
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Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
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