Rants of an old hag
They come like torrents of raging seas
And tear you apart as the Harpy Eagle.
Rants of an old hag
Watch how they chose to decimate
When things are longer at ease
If you did 'the do'
Like a Boy Scout, 'Be prepared'
If you survived their onslaught?
It's called grace, not luck
Be grateful for a second chance
Lest, again, you get served.
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