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Apr 2015
The hurricane had blown in
unexpectantly
across our island paradise,
suffice to say,
the next day was one of awe
& serious clean-up.
And in the midst of it all,
anger sprang forth
& the drunks got cut
for stealing,
feeding their hungry faces
with king crab
inside the burned out shack.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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