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Jun 2011
There is nothing like a disaster,
To sweep me with relief.

Beforehand stress and sadness fester,
Rob tranquility like a thief.

But once the impact passes,
And I have straightened some things out,
There's nothing like a disaster,
To make me grateful for a drought.
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