Katrina, you have ripped the hearts 
from so many chests. 
It won't be easy to repair those hearts 
But they are strong, and we will do our best. 
It won't be an overnight job, that's for sure 
But it's a job we will get done. 
And in the meantime we want you to know 
We pray everyday for everyone. 
Dear lord hear these prayer's 
Before more children and elderly die 
Send them food and water at least 
Or we will lose them in the streets where they lie 
If there ever was a time for miracles 
Now is that time 
Get these people out of New Orleans 
And give them a little peace of mind. 
                    by Dianna Nally 
                     (9/1/05)                
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