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As the cyclone approaches Rowville 

Everyone runs inside. 

From the rain the hail and the dust, 

You really cannot hide. 

The winds are starting to get rough 

Like a grizzly big brown bear 

With claws like knives and teeth like swords. 

Its giving you a scare. 

The winds are howling like a woof 

And the hail is just like golf balls. 

The house is shaking like a quake 

And the girls are hugging their dolls. 

Now its something quiet, 

So quiet that I cannot hear the howling wind and golf balls 

Crashing from God’s rear 

Everything is over, the storm has gone away 

Nothing can remove the path, that the storm has left today.

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