September 30, 2012
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Clinging to my sister for dear life,
A failed attempted in our strife,
As the wind exploded at our window,
The wind then turned turbo,
We shared a single bed that week,
To escape the wind; cold, dark and meek,
To shield our ears from the clattering, howls and moans,
Until that day finally came,
The day we returned home.

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Thornybum said...
Oct. 6, 2012 at 5:38 am
That's really good! I remember Harris haha
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