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Oct 2013
There are trees crashing down on the roads
and my brothers is silently praying because he is 12
and I told him it's a tornado
I can't get through to my mum on her phone
to tell her not to drive home
because she's lost her glasses and can't see anything
I keep hearing her voicemail

My heart is thudding
My brother is praying
and I can't get through to my mother
while the wind howls outside
and the car alarms sound off
Written by
Mishka  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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