It's a rare occasion in our part of the state.
To feel the Terra tremors shake.
I've felt some good ones in my time.
(Get your mind out of the gutter slime)
I'm talking a real earthquake here.
Not some tale of a lovesick buccaneer,
making the earth move for his lady fair.
(I just wanted to clear the air.)
The kind of earthquake that makes everything shake.
Things fall of their perch and break.
The earth really moves under your feet.
Everyone runs out to the street.
That's the kind of Terra tremors I'm talking about.
The ones we all could do without.
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