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Sep 2014
On a bleak and stormy day, we looked up at the sky.
The plains seemed deadly quiet. Not a bird flew by.
           Then all of a sudden
     we noticed something
new... The heavens...
strangely auburn...
          ghastly sort of hue!
                    Oh, dear, we thought
                             in horror! The tornados
                                are around! Then saw
                             the horrid funnel
                   cloud as it twisted
o'r the ground!
Honey, grab the
camera! So          
boldly
   said I...

And then awoke in heaven... for I was the first to die.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 18, 2014
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