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Jan 2013
I tripped
into a wall cloud.
(I think I broke it open.)

A funnel fell
from the bottom
upon a farmhouse
in Nebraska

spread across
an open field -
a mile wide

swallowing the
pasture in one
gulp -

and tossed stones
from the top.
(Like snow in August)

There were
no
survivors.
Written by
Tyler Kelley  USA
(USA)   
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