This goes out to everyone who helped us, in Houma, after Hurricane Gustav. Please, if you know any of these military, or otherwise, people...send them this poem....please....
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A young man in fatigues,
Walking the cool store...
'Aren't you hot in those? '
'Lady, we're about to die.'
That's how much they gave for us,
After the monster storm, 'Gustav'.
We gave them our very best,
Those long ago, long months...
Hotels, campers, auditorium...
And although none had died,
This is my memorium.
For, in my memory
Will remain,
A too-young boy
In obvious pain.
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