A Poem by Thayne Whipple
Quake
Jan 26, 2016
The world it seems is shaking,
And trembling everywhere.
It's got some people nervous -
They're running here and there.
And trembling everywhere.
It's got some people nervous -
They're running here and there.
We're waiting for the big one
To lay the city low...
Even lots of little ones
Can put on quite a show.
To lay the city low...
Even lots of little ones
Can put on quite a show.
I don't know if it's a sign
Of things to come grotesque...
You'll have to let me finish here -
And dive below my desk.
Of things to come grotesque...
You'll have to let me finish here -
And dive below my desk.
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