Terrible tornado was terrifying;
Didn't want anyone to be dying
Caused by a big, circular cloud
With a sound which seemed so loud.
Was dark and around things swirled
And into air horses had been hurled
By the blowing, belligerent wind
We never want to see again.
Now that tornadoes have all past
Longer I hope our lives will last;
God whose rightiousness we respect
Away from us all of them do direct.
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