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1d
Clear the way!
Can't you feel the rain?
It is soft now,
But it bares its bite.
Clear this road so the carriage men may run,
Gather your families, be ready to leave.
Here it comes,
The storm! Can't you see?
Don't you feel these winds ripping up this land,
Get away while you can,
Or die with the land.
Inspired by the sudden windstorm last night
Abbott J Hardison
Written by
Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
(14/M/Rochester NY)   
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