Dear volcano let me fly.
Keep your ash far away or high.
With 4 days to pass by,
Trepidation makes me sigh.
With wind speeding like a train,
Whirling gusts and swirling rain,
To be caught in transit such a pain
BAA let me on the plane.
Though the rapture passed without a sign
Natural disasters of this kind
Could play tricks upon the mind.
They say to wait and see
But I’d rather not know and live blissfully.
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