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Aug 2016
The thunder clashed on the dreary day
And the house became a cave
Every light was off in sight
And our shadows became our slaves

The streets were empty with doom
As we locked ourselves in a room
And the shutters couldn’t be saved

But as we watched our home be torn
By the dreadful New England storm
We knew we had to be brave
Ashlyn Smith
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Ashlyn Smith
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     Lior Gavra and Wyatt
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