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i wonder what exact day that a zebra farted last year, making a little breeze that would tumble along the african sarangeti, then roll into an African storm, then gather streangth as it left the continent to become a tropical depression over the atlantic, then a tropical storm, then finally into a hurricane with the City of New Orleans in her crosshairs.
Must be coming soon, the anniversary of the date that Katrina was truly born.
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