We rode out the storm.... She was bigger'n Texas, with frogs, fish and handtools flyin' round in her nexus!
She whined in the mornin and howled through the evenin'. All through the night Vinyl sidin' kept heavin'.
Next morning at sunrise the sun waren't shining. The kids were all grumpy; the dawgs was a-whining.
The couch and the covers smelled moldy and musty. I watched as my poor truck got dented and rusty.
There ain't much to do with no phone and no cable... Next hurricane comes here, I might leave -- if I'm able!
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