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When out on the lawn |
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There arose such a clatter |
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I sprang from the closet |
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To see what was the matter |
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The trees on the fence
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And the neighbor's roof torn |
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Gave the fear of us dying |
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In this terrible storm |
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With a little wind gust
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So lively and quick |
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I remembered quite clearly |
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Our walls were not brick |
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More rapid than eagles
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Her courses they came |
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And she whistled, and wafted |
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And surged all the same |
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Off shingles! Off sidings!
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Off rooftops! Off power! |
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Down trees! Down fences! |
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Down trailers! Down towers! |
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In the center of Florida
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She continued to maul |
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Screaming Blow Away! |
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Blow Away! Blow Away All! |
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As wind ripped and tossed
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The debris through the sky |
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I peeked out the shutters |
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At cars floating by |
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So go to the safe-room
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My family did do |
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With a portable radio |
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And batteries too |
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And then, in a twinkling
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I heard on the ol' TV set |
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The end was not coming |
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For a few hours yet! |
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As I calmed down the kids
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And was turning around |
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Through the window it came |
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With a huge crashing sound
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A tree branch it was
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All covered in soot |
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The wind blew it smack-dab
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On top of my foot |
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A bundle of twigs
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Now lay in a stack |
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And my living room looks |
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Like it was under attack |
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The wind - how it howled!
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The storm - very scary! |
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Myself and the family |
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Were all too unwary |
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The dangers of hurricanes
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Are serious, you know |
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They are taken for granted
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As Frances did show |
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With the winds dying down
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And the danger beneath
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I noticed my tool shed
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Was missing its sheath |
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So I grabbed my last tarp
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And nailed it on down
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Then I got in my car |
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And I headed to town |
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The traffic was awful
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And stores had no ice |
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My five gallon cooler |
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Would have to suffice |
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Generators were scarce
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Not one left in town |
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There were trees on the roads
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And power lines down |
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FEMA was ready
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With people to work |
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Electrical companies |
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Came in from New York
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And in the midst of
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This peculiar routine
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Another storm emerged
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Named Hurricane Jeanne |
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I sprang to the car
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And gave my family a whistle
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Then away we all went |
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Like a Tomahawk missile
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You could hear us exclaim
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As we drove out of sight
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"To hell.... with this
place, |
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Vermont seems just right!" |
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