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Heeds


Take caution to doom, I tell you Tomorrow or today, it is yet to come Desires and fuels, there to burn Darken the sky, comes the storm Hurricanes, yikes! Comes with wrath Soles and heels, turns and runs Heed laughs at us The heat is burning up Weather man on the run In England! In Nigeria!! In Spain!!! The storm, it passed it came Bolt on us like Usain If it destroys us, what do we gain? Tomorrow another today.
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