The Wind, by Irena Ellis
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The wind is ever blowing
Its breezes are alive
It roars with high amusement
At the world under the sky
It loves to prod and tease me
With its cool and gentle touch
And many a tales it tells me
Of the world under the sky. |
Posted: 2011-11-08 16:51:06 UTC |
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2011-11-08 16:53:17 | Irena Ellis |
I hope you guys like this! Please leave comments! I would love to hear what you think about it! :] |