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Blizzard Warning

The sky looks clear and though the temps Are not exactly warm, The weatherman's predicting There will be a major storm. The blizzard warning's on the horn, The airlines pulling flights; Anxiety starts ratcheting To Xanax-taking heights. At times I wish for days gone by When storms were a surprise. We didn't have alerts So then we couldn't agonize. Of course we're better off today So we can be prepared, But being clueless, so much stress Would happily be spared.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 1/27/2015 3:25:00 PM
It's either the news or the weather. They always sensationalize and worry us. Nice write Ilene.
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Date: 1/25/2015 7:38:00 PM
I with you I'd really rather not be woken from sleep with bad news. Half the time the weather reports wrong anyway! Light & love
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Date: 1/25/2015 6:16:00 PM
Hang loose and get some juice. Quite often the weatherman is obtuse. And if he's right, just say goodnight. Things will look better in the morning light. Stay safe and warm ilene. Peace. :)
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