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Oct 2017
I was trapped on an island of isolation
I had nothing to do but play guitar and wait
I could only hope that my dad wouldn't say any more bad puns
Sadly bad puns are kind of a family trait

I was just wondering when the rain would stop coming down
When it would stop pounding over our heads
Tropical storm Nate was the cause of all the frowns
It left all of our stuff slightly wet

However, one day the rains finally stopped
And the sun started to shine through
We stopped having to use a mop
To clean up the morning dew

This experience really educated me
It showed me how privileged I am
It helped to show me how to live simply
It made my perspective on life go BLAM
Jeff
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Jeff  18/M/New Brunswick
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