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Oct 2017
He rains down like lightning
and he strikes your sand,
burns your beaches into hardened stone,
and blasts away your vacation,
leaving you with nothing but the memory
of rotting fruit.
Written by
Donielle  30/F/Pennsylvania
(30/F/Pennsylvania)   
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