The Earth Was Turning In Her Sleep
A hurricane tore North Carolina
After ripping Haiti!
It stalks like a hyena,
Leaving a trail of calamity!
I, The Earth, was turning in my sleep.
Humans live for seventy years.
Some build in areas that are deep
Or somehow interfere with my affairs.
May 8, 2022 the
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