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The Last Storm

By Bruce Clifford

(One Floridian speaks out. . .)

I'm tired of the storm, the wind and the rain
I still have my scenes so I shouldn't complain
I'm tired of the trees falling down at my feet
I know we are safe, but can't recognize my street
I feel battered and beat

I'm tired of radar and satellite weather men talking so much
They track with indecision and seem so out of touch
With the chaos that echoes throughout the eye of the storm
We listen for a quiet moment where nothing gets torn
I feel tired and worn

Maybe this will be the last storm
This year has not been like any other
Maybe this will be the last storm
So tired of boarding up and taking cover
This year has not been like any other before

I'm tired of the storm, the wind and the rain
I still have my roof and my family is safe
I'm tired of the shutters going up and coming down
Wish they would blow away and with this storm leave town
So many lives turned upside down

Maybe this will be the last storm
This year has not been like any other
Maybe this will be the last storm
So tired of boarding up and taking cover
This year has not been like any other before

9/26/04 Bruce Clifford  

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