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Nov 2010
I ran into a
wall cloud. (I think
I broke it open.)

A funnel fell
from the bottom
upon a farmhouse
in Oklahoma

spread across
an open field -
a mile wide

swallowing the
pasture in one
gulp -

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

There were
no
survivors.
Written by
Tyler Kelley
819
   Amelia and Paul Celano
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