I thought I was prepared
For when the sky cracked open
And the waters of the Great Deep rose
But what I’m lacking in resilience
I make up for in inadequacy
So I offer up my prayer
Throat hoarse and voice raspy
As the rains keep battering and raging
It’s well past forty days
And I’d like to send the raven and the doves
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
Mad Lib it:
Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
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Noah kidding, this is pretty cool. 🌊 🕊 🐦⬛