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It's Coming

It crossed the Atlantic
Proceeding with leisure
Uninvited unwanted
And westerly headed
Getting stronger and stronger
Until it be dreaded
Swirling around like the hands
Of time going backwards
Northerly now never knowing
How lucky you are
That it's path has been chosen
Leaving you to your life
To ponder the cost
Of the course it could have taken