Eco-Burlesque For grim sport S.S. Sandy sailed up the Atlantic coast and soon made port in many villages, towns and cities where millions failed to politely host or gently shorten the swirling rounds and roaring sounds of superstorm ditties played to astound deniers who twist the facts and roast any deeply worried ecologists.

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