Saturday, January 17, 2009


On a humid night was found
A tornado coming down
Violent spiral tube of wind
Knotted in convulsive spin
Hovering with groaning song
While the winds whistled along
And the thunder, playing bass
Kept up easily the pace.
Sirens off all over town
While the heads were heading in
To seek shelter in the ground.

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