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Where The Wind Comes Sweeping Down The Plain


Natural disasters affect us all whether huge or small. It is not until lives are taken that we are truly shaken. Horrible thoughts may cross our minds and seep into our hearts that underline the devastation we feel for the dead. The families too that are unwell for their children were crushed under the rumble where rescue teams rushed. Words can't describe the Oklahoma tragedy we saw on the news; Instead of sitting back and feeling sorry for them and acting so blue, we should help in any way possible for the victims and their families. It ain't going to be easy, but we have to try and not waste time to cry. That is all we can do for Oklahoma because it's part of our home where the wind comes sweeping down the plain.
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