During and After the Storm
The damage of a bad storm
Tornados tearing towards
twirling twists torture.
Terrible trouble throwing towns
trifling thousands to trudge torpid.
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Sharing shelters struggling stragglers,
so slowly saving supplies.
Seeks solace surely
showing sacrifice sends
souls safe sentiments.
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