Whirling winds
A high pitched sound
Lost all grins
Stay underground
Sadly enough
Its back again
Hard and ruff
Killing more men
Flying objects
Battered roofs
The speeding winds
The town hall moves
It comes to a halt
Everything stops
One last jolt
and its all over
Buildings are dust
All is silent
One mighty gust
Ended up far to violent
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