
Word of the Day Challenge

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Tis The Season
Something wicked this way comes
Dorian is her name
Wreaking havoc in her path
Up the coastal plain
Witchy storm, whirling dervish
Churning up the seas,
Devastating, decimating,
Despite the people’s pleas
Heed the warnings, board your windows
This storm is a monster, true
Evacuate before its too late,
I’d get out if I were you!
Tis the season, after all,
Storms come every year
It’s no one’s fault,
Just Mother Nature
Shedding her wicked tears.
That’s my contribution today, saying continued prayers for all those people in the Bahamas as well as all my friends and fellow bloggers along the eastern coast. Pray also if you will for all the rescue and restoration folks who will have more work on their hands than they can handle.
Great poem, Kim!
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Thank you so much!
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