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Thunder and Tornados


Tornado, filled with thunder? Lightning does come with this. Current, ride and die with Cur! Blow the end a kiss. What storms may come, the vagabond wondered. When will it all blow down? The sooner the better, of course. Life is shit. Meaningless and crude. When something good happens for anyone, somebody come and let me know. Until then, no use saying please. Yellow skies to the north? That's bizarre. Why, dust bowls don't come from that direction,

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