Katrina's Coming

Bottom dwellingLooking up – I sometimes doThe old air ocean Everywhere disturbedThe fringe of your turbulent skirtOver my head I’m so small I can’t see your kneesOr that deep black holeOf yoursI saw on TVThey called it your eyeBut I knowWhat it was*Words by TFD

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