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Tornadoes in the Parlor
Tornadoes in the parlor,
in the kitchen, in the bathroom, too,
churned every hour that Pa was home.
Sis could tell you more because
she'd help Ma board up the house
when I'd walk out the door
and ride my bike around the block.
If you find Sis today,
she’ll tell you funnels
tore the basement, too.
So what, you say?
Well, Dad’s been dead
for seven years and I know
Sis is somewhere.
She needs to know
good weather here
is still a squall.