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| 359. Tornado It sounded like a speeding train Though it followed not a rail It gained its power from the skies Its coming heralded by rain and hail Though life it had lasted not long Its creation neither expected nor planned When it comes it rules the heavens And controls life and death across the land A tornado is how its known and called Its very name bringing chills to mortal men Though majestic when it does come It leaves death and destruction where its been Though Pecos Bill did ride one once Or so the famous fable goes Man has no control over nature’s fury How or what does only heaven knows |
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