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Matthew
March 22, 2017
Tired and sweaty.
The cotton candy tree,
the scarf filled with tiny little bugs.
Some are settling down,
and some are packing up.
I enjoy days like these.
Feeling the itchiness from the tree,
smelling the pine.
Matthew was angry that day in October.
So he did what anyone could do,
wreaked havoc through this little town.
He took down the cotton candy tree,
and ran across the ocean.
Now I’m here to clean up his mess.
© Janine M., Winnipeg, MB, Canada
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I wrote this when I went down to Florida on a relief trip. I was there to help those recover from Hurricane Matthew.