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Nov 2012
The wind blew
In and took whatever it pleased

The houses and cars
The hopes and dreams

The people flocked to corners and
Gas stations and the homes of those unaffected

But the damage was done
And the price was paid

The only thing to do now is wait
Wait and see

For when Mother Nature thinks it's time
Everything must go and even words that make no sense
Must still come together to rhyme
John
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John  28/M/New York
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   Jennifer Powell
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