The "weather"
Tornado alley is a place to visit if you must
go there with conscious caution
look out for nails of rust
The alley's fraught with winds that fiercly circle with no warning
Look left and right. Look out, that's right!
Who know's what'll be left in the morning
This place is quite forboding
Mother nature does her scorning
It's quite clear to me; staying clear is the key to surviving when it is pouring!
Copyright © Kimberly Palhegyi | Year Posted 2010
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