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Oct 2019
Hurricane, hurricane, hurricane,
Inside it, houses flying with gardens,
Different elements and temperaments.
Cows, cars, and pennies are flying,
Green, gray and grim trees are flying;
Sights pop up and fly away.
Inside it, there's me,
Sometimes in houses,
But mainly flying.
It's a hurricane,
Hurricane,
Again.
11.08.2019
Written by
Benyamin Bensalah  27/M/Algeria / Hungary
(27/M/Algeria / Hungary)   
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