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Irma Sunday Morning
By Franklin Price
9/10/2017

It's a beautiful Sunday morning
In this North Carolina place
Watching Irma on the TV
As She's continuing her race

Our niece from Florida's with us
Wise to evacuate
Arrived here just two days ago
Today would be too late

Our daughter's here on Face time
With her daughter and her spouse
The effects of Irma's not yet there
At her central Florida house

 Irma, the one eyed cyclops, 
Is watching Key West town
While she's huffing and she's puffing
To blow some buildings down

She's searching for the foolish
Who have stayed and hunkered down
I'm praying she won't find you
She's a demon, not a clown

She soon will leave this tourist key
Not there just standing by
If you're any place in Florida
I pray you'll not see her eye

Supposed to hug the west coast
Looking for a place to go
Around her eye are winds and rain
Larger than Florida you know

Don't go out and look around
As she further ventures forth
We don't know she won't wobble
As she continues heading north

Don't be dumb sand foolish
Hunker down and you won't see
Your body getting blown around
Like dumb reporters on TV

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