Cyclone Tracy

And you charged like a raging bull
In the night
A Spanish supremo
Across our City
Most Unexpectedly
With abhorrence and a power cubed
You pursued a destination, and
Blinded by your own debris?
Passed without utterance
Like a silent demon
Whilst we slept
But in your wake many spoke
Of your destructive ill
And why Santa never made it to Darwin

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