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Recorded Reading (1:02): https://www.dropbox.com/s/ndync2uh2cy09yr/The%20Storm.mp3?dl=0

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The Storm

You may wax most scientific
Quote me pressures barometric
I won’t argue, don’t you fret
At the same time, it is ob-
Vious to every common slob
Mother Nature’s mad as she can get!

All Her veils o’er mountains flings
Keen her angry treble rings
(Our infractions must be numerous)
Bells on township steeples peel
We cannot confident feel
She’ll have mercy on the likes of us!

Foreboding clouds her brow down brings
Then, when she starts throwing things,
We feel perhaps we’d better get indoors
To shelter come
Her fury from ~
In love or anger, Nature never bores!

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Homeless until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ this poet presently lives under perpetual threat of towing with all possessions should her 23-year-old van stop running for any reason.

She is badly in need of a modest reserve with which to field any emergency which might occur.

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