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The storm was called historic Before it even hit, The weathermen euphoric, As reports they did submit. They closed the subways and the schools; Prevented cars from driving. The pols used all their lofty tools For snow not yet arriving. The Broadway theaters shut their doors; Museums followed suit. The gyms were shuttered and the stores, Decisions resolute. And after all was said and done, The blizzard never came. Though all were wrong, there wasn’t one Who’d shoulder any blame. Defensively the bigwigs boast, “We made the right decision;” But I am one of quite a host Who view them with derision.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 1/27/2015 3:21:00 PM
Good idea for a poem. An inch of snow and most will call in the arm. LOL
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Date: 1/27/2015 12:51:00 PM
Boy, did you get lucky. My sister lives in Plymouth, MA. Yee Haa! They have to do something for excitement besides look at a stupid rock. :))))) Peace. :) BTY, Still love your amazing talent.
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