The Man-made Hurricane
in Short Poems
At the horizon, the gales of unrest grew
The rumors spread and unruly winds blew
The thunder of hatred boomed low and high
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My eyes are fine; they are just printing words small.
I just use a walking stick to seem stately and tall.
Nothing is wrong with my sense of smell.
Very nicely described and also the way it became funny was absolutely fantastic.