The Spiral

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A sunny day quickly ran away,

White clouds turned grey,

A band of hail stones came my way.

Flashes of light in dark skies,

A spiral of wind caught me, I cried.

Suddenly I flew up high; I thought it was fun, I lied.

Chairs and cars followed me,

And then the spiral set me free.

Toward the ground I fled,

I really wish I stayed in bed.

My body hit the ground hard my friend,

The spiral caused lives to end.

Shattered glass and sparks flew,

The Spiral died and the sky turned blue.

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