The wind picks up,
The sun goes down,
Debris starts flying all around.
There it is, it's coming now
Speeding quickly towards the ground
Its a twister spinning round and round.
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Plethora of Poems (#Wattys2016)
PoésiePlease enjoy this collection of randomness that are my poems! Thanks and please comment with opinions and please vote! Highest Ranking (so far!): # 442 in poetry 3/30/16
