After deleting drafts, I realise this is post #93!
The hurricane is back
Heading through the sac
Towards the old audi
To taunt and terror me
And in this strange territory
I will run the route set out for me
Against the terrible storm
In terrifying form
I'm not sure when it'll last
I'll wait till it has past
That we may all be free
In peace and harmony
In these bad bad days
You really have to prays
Don't fill yourself with sorrow
There's hope for tomorrow
So I wish good fortune
That these trials will be opportune
That through the raging see
We may emerge with glee
I don't feel safe.
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