The peninsula holds its breath tonight.
Irma is coming with plenty of fight.
When landfall is made, you better make haste.
Batten the hatches, there no time to waste.
Bubble, bubble toil and trouble,
A lifetime of dreams, turned to rubble.
They think of the future: Floridians wait.
No one can tell, their eventual fate.
Tonight is the night,
It's too late to run.
When Irma comes knockin',
It won't be fun.
stay safe florida. Godbless :)
Here's my recent poem. Hope you have time to read. Comment, upvote & resteem would highly appreciated. THANKS! :)
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