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My relatives in Florida
Are gearing for a fight.
A hurricane is on its way,
Expected by tonight.
The schools and airports have been shut;
The food store shelves are bare.
Anxiety is on the news
And in the very air.
This storm is known as Matthew,
Category 4 at least.
Soon both Florida and Georgia
Will be fodder for this beast.
There’s a lot of hype ‘round hurricanes
So fingers have been crossed
Hoping that en route, this monster storm
Might somehow just get lost.
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