Hurricane Irene
Irene, sweetheart, your cubic sound
Devastated so many lives
And, be sure that when you're around
Nothing resist, no one survives.
Wanting to pass as a ''miss-stress''
While no one really wanted you
And your free roaming, nonetheless,
You found your ways by ''passing through.'
poem by Marieta Maglas
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