The ant crawled on the marble floor
The wind came crashing through the door
Every toss and turn I took
Brought me to the endless brook
Craziness crept slowly in
And surely it was hope that made me want to win.
As my body shaked
I felt the earth quake
Nothing, too small,
But then after all,
The Hurricane had to come,
And I was high from the intoxicating
Smell of Rum.
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