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Hurricane Prep At dawn to the gas station, before the crowds Assemble in undemocratic lines Then hours of busting knuckles and language On the generator long-stored and ignored All the old lawn chairs stacked and stowed away A “H*** Storm Brewing in the Gulf” – oh, no! Water bottles stacking in the laundry room Hyperbole stacking on the radio Menacing winds roaming among the trees - But we are ready with double-A batteries!
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
Facing a Hurricane with Double-A Batteries
Hurricane Prep At dawn to the gas station, before the crowds Assemble in undemocratic lines Then hours of busting knuckles and language On the generator long-stored and ignored All the old lawn chairs stacked and stowed away A “H*** Storm Brewing in the Gulf” – oh, no! Water bottles stacking in the laundry room Hyperbole stacking on the radio Menacing winds roaming among the trees - But we are ready with double-A batteries!
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
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