Many were beckoned
you and you alone left a path
destructive masses of wind and water
death consumed
the north east coast
smothered with sand
homes and livelihoods crushed
to smithereens
we're human
we survive
glad your a freak of nature
so glad you left
while we prepare for
your next relative to arrive
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