Wind is whistling through the eaves,
uprooting plants, destroying trees.
Everywhere there's devastation,
renewing claims of compensation.
Chimneys toppling, tiles are crashing,
on sea defences, waves are lashing.
Swans a-gliding past your door,
water not yet reached the floor!
Electric off, no dinner cooking,
fridge defrosts, food's rotten looking.
No heat, no light, you're feeling grim,
no TV blaring out its din.
Though candlelight can be romantic,
brings memories of nights, so frantic.
And though this weather's really horrid,
just turn your mind to passions torrid!
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potanical
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Again, I hate hurricane, North Easters, Ice storms, and you name it! I went through a real bad ice storm 10 years ago -- 8 days without power or telephone. That wasn't fun.
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yes and the birth rate may rise,, i hear thats what happens at candlelight xx well done ann
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