Contributor: John MacKinnon

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Gradually they neared us
Dark clouds of rising rinse
Reciprocating madness
The scene still makes me wince

Blue bolts of liquid lightning
The thunder boomed her bane
A combo oh so frightening
Soothing only the insane

An oak raced through my vision
Tore up and tossed as grain
A locomotive rumble
To permeate my brain

Now up and gone I travelled
Caught up in natures' wrath
Not knowing where I'd eject
Upon the twisters path

And in an instant calmness
Awakened on the sea
The storm that drenched my dreaming
Had only twisted me


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