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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On the fifth of April 2024, about 10:23 a.m., we all felt a shake It wasn’t the midnight train; it wasn’t a jack hammer It wasn’t children hopping; it wasn’t the roaring of a tiger It wasn’t a 747 emergency landing; it was an earthquake It was God smiling at us to see how we would have reacted People had panicked miserably; it was the talk of the town Imagine how we would behave on the eventual day of the frown We’d probably be crying, grimacing and feeling deserted No, that wasn’t a plane No, that wasn’t a train No, that wasn’t the lake Yes, that was a 4.8 Earthquake In the Northeast Disturbing our peace Everybody is now scared, talking about it Everybody is now stressed, having a fit. Copyright © April 2024, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems. Hace Unos Instantes, La Visita De Un Terremoto De Magnitud 4,8 El cinco de abril de 2024, alrededor de las 10:23 horas, todos sentimos un temblor No era el tren de medianoche; no fue un martillo neumático No eran niños saltando; no fue el rugido de un tigre No fue un aterrizaje de emergencia del 747; fue un terremoto Era Dios sonriéndonos para ver cómo hubiésemos reaccionado La gente había entrado en pánico miserablemente; era la comidilla de la ciudad Imagínense cómo nos comportaríamos el eventual día del ceño fruncido Probablemente estaríamos llorando, haciendo muecas y sintiéndonos abandonados No, eso no era un avión No, eso no era un tren No, ese no era el lago Sí, ese fue un terremoto de 4,8 En el noreste Perturbando nuestra paz Ahora todo el mundo tiene miedo y habla de ello Ahora todo el mundo está estresado y tiene un ataque. Copyright © abril de 2024, Hébert Logerie, todos los derechos reservados. Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poemas.
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