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Tornado Season

By John I. Blair

I heard the sirens sound
As I drove to work today.
Itís June,
Tornado seasonís end,
But not too late
For one of Natureís
I-scream cones
To bend our way.
Weather here
Is often harsh
With searing heat,
Bitter cold, dust, hail,
Sleet; but this
Terrible twisting
Tower of fate
Tops the list;
And no one wants
To be around
When a tornado
Hits the ground.

©2002 John I. Blair

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