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Helicopter

Trees burn from angry thunder
Fields churn from being under
The winds that form from spinning steel
The spin, the way blades make me feel

Crashing down, my blades, they fall
Thrashing branches makes them all
Fear for life, as the cyclone closed
The mere sight of their fears exposed

My helicopter that makes them run
The blades that stopped her from having fun
I land with pride and step out smiling
I stand, eyes wide, at the bodies piling





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