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Tornados I can see it now coming down twisting, turning, whirling twirling death, grasping, rasping, tearing, ripping all to feed its breath. Dark cloud tensing, menacing causing fear with growing wrath, destroying mostly everything that comes within its path. Wind whipping, tree tipping awesome roar, causing house and ground to shake tornados are as fierce as any quake. |
Additional Notes:
This time of the year was tornado tme in Nebraska.
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