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Closed roads Bridges don't work No walking, no pathways... A cacophony of motors Work fruitlessly to pump It all away Shops boarded All is quiet Eerie stillness... except a faint Lapping at pavements, The whine of a gull Now and then Bustle and business A thing of the past In the beauty of Water everywhere... Glistening, sparkling Against an evening Sun Blinding us in Knowledge, Reminding us glaringly... We are small, we are weak We must bow to the force When we live and breathe And die by The rule of The Mighty Mississippi.
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