Christmas dreams are of happy occasion,
of bells and colours, Santa and presents,
but floods, deluge I saw in my vision,
of floating buses and drifting corpses,
in panic people scattered for cover,
water swirled around ready to drown them,
trashing cars, collapsing city tower,
afloat I saw baskets, carts, dirt and scum,
I awoke in fear, I do not deny,
but what it...
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