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Tornado


                                                      Tornado twisting round and round,

                                                Throwing trees and metal things

                                                      all over the ground. Dark Skies

                                                          blind me when I

                                                                    go outside. I run

                                                                         inside and dash into

                                                                      my room to hide.

                                                                 Lying in bed with the

                                                                covers over

                                                                    my head,

                                                                       I wait until

                                                                              the storm

                                                                                      is

                                                                                           over.

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