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TORNADO
The wind does blow.
Will we be alright? We hope so.
But, we don't know.
Down to the cellar, we go.
So many fears. So many tears.
On the TV see for years, tornados, we view.
It's different, it's true, when it happens to you.
It's different see when it happens to me.
You can't describe how you feel, knowing it's real.
A wind as black as the night.
I can hear the sirens wail. They tell the tail.
An awesome, frightening sight.
The winds blow at 300 miles an hour. That's a lot of power.
It's loud as a freight train on a rail.
Are we going to be alright?
We run, run, run.
We run helter, skelter to the storm cellar.
We hold on to the rope.
We hope.
We for this, prepare for our whole lives.
We hope it never happens.
A force cutting open the earth, the turf like knives.
A force, like knives cutting into us all, we watch as
so many buildings fall.
