Sandy

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By Albert Ahearn

The hurricane has now arrived. Her centripetal Cyclops eye, swirling wind and wall of water whirling, churning, surging cyclone wreaking death and devastation on the east coast population. Amidst this inundated scene the hapless, helpless victims screamed for mercy but none could be found instead a swell of water drowned the most vulnerable victims lacking the means to escape from an unforgiving super storm the entire country now mourns

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