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Tornado |
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One last peep
Green and silent
Maybe someone forgot and turned off the sound
"Daddy---"
Shhhh! He strained his ears to hear in the ominous silence
Dark, thick clouds that squashed everything below
An evil brew fell to the ground.
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Running, running
My little legs pump furiously.
Little legs can't keep up
Like everyone is screaming
But the sky presses the noise to the ground.
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The squelchy blare
Of police mega-phone
Wails inter-mixed with the roaring buzz
of trees, weeds, and maybe me
Sucked up in the psychotic yellowish haze
That oozes
Devours
Maims. |
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