A plague from the south and west will fall upon South Portland.
It will start with a voice from afar seeking food and refuge for the horsemen of the pox of lips.
The voice will alter into a beckoning call...Mary, Mary, Mary....
"Who the hell is this will be the cry" .....OH , MY !!!!!
Food will be offered to quell the beasts upon arrival.
Within a week, clouds of darkness and doom will overshadow your dwelling,
With a fair maiden holding the reigns of the the beasts
All will be well and well done will be all.
Thanks and see you all on Saturday.
Doryman and his mate, etc....you know the rest.