i wrote this in 8th grade for social studies when we were studying the dirty 30's i really enjoyed learning about that era
Right now there is a shining sun
but I’m waiting for the rolling cloud to come
There is a giant black cloud rolling in
This dusty era is about to begin
As I sit in my house it begins to get dark
You can not see anything, not even a spark
When I wake up, the dust is starting to settle
Then we will prepare to empty the dust from our black kettle
Now all we do is wait,
Wait in the Giant Dust Cloud for our fate
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