moore oklahoma
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It swirled around
For what seemed
Like
A devestating eternity
The wind carried so much
Force
That, hidden in
a cellar, or among
The debris
We are still apprehensive
(poems go here) My hair whirls,
Ringlet curls caught in a swirl.
Things are falling,
I am falling apart.
The winds whispers,
The leaves become crisper.
Things are falling,
I am falling apart.
