Friday, November 16, 2012


Super Storm Sandy

Broken battered, torn and tattered
Dreams that mattered, washed off shore

Whiling, weeping, barely sleeping
Grim is reaping; we cry, '...what for?'

Mustering up that bravery stuff
Yet, respecting mother nature's war

With head to the sky not wandering why
We can try to love to the core.

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