Enterprise
Walls fall in,
The roof caves,
The wind blows like a whistle.
The smell of gas fills the science wing,
The smell of fear is overwhelming.
Brave souls put themselves on the line,
For some the line holds,
For others, the line snaps.
No more daydreams.
Of the upcoming summer.
Hell hath no fury,
As does,
Mother Nature.
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