run amock
in this town.
Paint peeling,
Basement flooded,
No light, no food
Nowhere to go.
Huddled in the dark
with nothing to do.
Hearing fierce cries
of wind.
Howling noises
breaking wood
news reporters flooded.
Freezing cold,
Boardwalk gone
Casinos closed.
Food supply low
Stores cleaned out,
Damage all around.
Fence is gone,
House is ruined
Sea calls out
telling you no escape
It is-
Sandy
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