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Sandy Moves from New York to New Jersey*

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Sandy, Sandy, Sandy
The newspapers screamed all around
Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
Sandy came to New York to meet me,
she looked like a hound
She gave me boundless love, and many a wound.

My life had been chaotic since then
Now my love is a deserted ruin
I know I am defeated all my life
I never in my life did any prize win.

Sandy is behind all these wrecks
Sandy is not a hurricane
You know her name was Sandy,
Sandy was a wicked (more than naughty) woman.

I wanted a wild, wicked Sandy to blow all night
Sandy came and battered all my might
She flooded me with caress and passions
She bellowed against the dazzling sunlight.

I felt Sandy tangling my hair to freedom,
Sandy took me to the rim of Rock Canyon
I felt all around the brown skies
Sandy brought tears to my red, red eyes

I loved Sandy so much
I loved her lovely name, no less her wildness
I loved so much this naughty gal
That one could never even guess! 

The old barns shattered and glass panes did crack
A freight train thundered down the track.
Sandy laughed like a rolling mill
Sandy surely wanted somebody to kill
She was a killer and never felt shy
Sandy killed me and left me saying
‘Hello, I am going to New Jersey, goodbye’.


*Washington Post news report, Oct 30, 2012
 
Image © Ratan Bhattacharjee

31-Oct-2012

More By  : Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee

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