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COME, BUILD AN ARK
By Josie Whitehead
The rain arrived; the sky was black.
The lightning struck and thunder cracked.
Then came the sound of beating rain
On forest, fields; on hills and plain.
The water splattered on the street.
On roofs of houses - how it beat!
With thieving stealth it crept up walls,
Then under doors and into halls.
Flood waters show but little care;
They cause destruction and despair.
Their reckless force will ruin your home
For water cares not where it roams.
The question is: What’s to be done,
When you know your home has gone?
The answer's clear, so just you hark!
Don't build a house! Come, build an ark.
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