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Twas the night before Hawaii islands on the radar A monster opened the door It shoulders a storied scar Of the last time, it hit its mark Rearing its ugly head, ahead of pace As the eye looms '82 in the dark Wrinkles on this  eve sit sadly in boldface Kauai sat once in unnatured infamy It sunny shores hit once by the beast Clouds of villains played in that symphony With the next generation looking to feast As the residence brace for the worst Of the monster stepping on its paradise With category four winds and cloudburst The hope is that the monster plays nice With the Aloha Spirit preserved with leis In place of bold headlines of strung wrath Hawaii can pray rays of light in the coming days Willing the monster to take a different path Logan Robertson 8/23/2018
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
Hurricane Lane Please Rid Your Ugly Head
Twas the night before Hawaii islands on the radar A monster opened the door It shoulders a storied scar Of the last time, it hit its mark Rearing its ugly head, ahead of pace As the eye looms '82 in the dark Wrinkles on this  eve sit sadly in boldface Kauai sat once in unnatured infamy It sunny shores hit once by the beast Clouds of villains played in that symphony With the next generation looking to feast As the residence brace for the worst Of the monster stepping on its paradise With category four winds and cloudburst The hope is that the monster plays nice With the Aloha Spirit preserved with leis In place of bold headlines of strung wrath Hawaii can pray rays of light in the coming days Willing the monster to take a different path Logan Robertson 8/23/2018
This honor catches me by surprise, so much that I can't wait for the next dawn, sunrise, and all the days that follow. Thank you. Thank you for all the well wishes and support. It means looking at the sunrise, a new dawn, with newfound exuberance and eagerness. To my friends and relatives on Oahu, I pray. Update-monster played nice. Outstanding was its piano play. Storm went from a 5,4,3,2,1 ... miss. With the Aloha Spirit preserved with leis In place of bold headlines of strung wrath. Thank you.
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
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