The Monster Is Real
Out of the west the wind blew strong
It blew more hard as the day went on
Early evening light turn midnight black
Then an eerie calm as the wind went slack
Run run run
Run for the shelter child
The monster is real alive and wild
The wind exploded with a mighty roar
Swirling the glass and dust from the floor
Around went the board and brick support
Then off went the roof with a loud report
Run run run
Run for the shelter child
The monster is real alive and wild
Nothing spared it made it's way east
Light rain fell the twisting wind cease
I stood in place a statue of fear
The cool rain awaken how death so near
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