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Hurricane Sandy

By Timothy Conerson

Published by mtypencenter.com © 2012























Over The Cliff

We lay at the bottom of the cliff

Bones broken, flesh pierced

We look way up there

The charismatic leader stands

At the edge and says

We have avoided going over the cliff

That is when we know

We are going to die down here

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