F4 in 1952
she stealthily sneaked up on farming community
surprising everyone, for they were deep in sleep
threw barns, sheds, tractors and pitchforks into the air
they were whisked away inside her whirling turmoil tunnel
1952 tornado in Nebraska, devastation from an F-4
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