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Katrina The waves curl with lips Like a dissatisfied lover And the swells spit froth With anger Trees bowing before an Unknown god shakes their limbs And drop their fronds like a Mother giving birth The incessant winds howl not unlike A banshee in heat For the eye is upon us, looks down on us With disapproval and hurls its guts |
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