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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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