Yash Is Coming
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I can hear the footsteps
Approaching,
Knocks at the gate,
Squally winds blowing
And gusting up to,
The cyclonic circle
And the lull,
The depression over,
The thud and the thaw,
The sea space awesome
And turbulent
To be seconded by
Lashing rains and winds
As all in doubt and suspense
With regard to the landfall
Where it makes.
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