- (From email to Maria)
- Maria,
- I have started on the poem to you that you requested. It
is very half-baked so do not hold it against me: Voila: I heard
on the radio that a strong typhoon is heading to the northeast
of us. That prompted me to start the poem. Voila:
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- Scarlet O'Hurricane, My Sweet Tornado
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- Hurry Hurricane
- I have sown you, the whirlwind, with my wild seeds fiercely
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- Crossing two continents before a quarter of a century
- I never thought I would reap a tornado
- that would end up as an explosive torpedo,
- fizzling out as a meal of wine and rare tourne-dos
- causing my premature aging and belated childhood
- when my precious Hungarian Tornado went on a shopping spree
- in the Pampas of Australia, twenty-four hours away.
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- Hurry Hurricane
- Blow back into town
- so we can sway, and sway, and sway.
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- Love Dad
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