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The Storm is Over.


Storms. Strong winds, crashing lighting, thundering thunder. Destroyed homes. Neighbors, not to be seen anymore. A mother and child lay at rest. A tornado, unescapable, Has destroyed much. Still standing, are the survivors Amongst the debris, are their broken memories Emptyness, where homes used to stand tall. It seems this tragedy will never end. But it will. Americans are strong, With strong arms for building, strong hearts for helping, America is STRENGTH. We are united! Not just against others, but against anything that threatens to harm us. We are a nation of helping hands and caring hearts. We have beaten all odds and risen out of dirt together as the Greatest Nation on Earth! We will help you, Oklahoma, America will. Because America will not let anything hurt its people. We will bounce back. Because we are United, because we are Strong. Because we are America.
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