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From the beach We see a Wind farm wave. James calls them Windmillows, And I smile. Now he calls These windmills, And I frown. Soon they will Be turbines - I shall grieve.
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Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 12:33 PM UTC
The Wind in the Windmillows
From the beach We see a Wind farm wave. James calls them Windmillows, And I smile. Now he calls These windmills, And I frown. Soon they will Be turbines - I shall grieve.
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Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 12:33 PM UTC
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