| Tornado Girl (Poem) |
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| Sandy has seen a tornado more times than she’s seen the Grateful Dead… |
| She lives in Oklahoma, |
| Where the storms come prairie fed, |
| And the numbers keep on mounting, |
| It’s been twenty times and counting |
| That she’s been in the path of Splintered trees and twisted lead |
| That connect the dots between trailer parks |
| With destruction that’s painted blood red |
| And now she wants to chase them, |
| With me, in my Honda Civic, |
