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It drove the leaves of spring to dance tossed the tree tops hither thither made the puddles shudder dither oscillated the telegraph wires threw sporadic raindrops onto surfaces that strummed like drums knocked the gates staccato locks disturbed the willows by the brook spun the weathercock quite wildly north and south got lost turned the paper ******* over summersaulting on to thwack against the pillar box the flagpoles wimple flapping the strings against the pole repeated knocks copied the currents in the river though unseen save for the waving of the crops Margaret Ann Waddicor 29th May 2016
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
The knock of the North wind
It drove the leaves of spring to dance tossed the tree tops hither thither made the puddles shudder dither oscillated the telegraph wires threw sporadic raindrops onto surfaces that strummed like drums knocked the gates staccato locks disturbed the willows by the brook spun the weathercock quite wildly north and south got lost turned the paper ******* over summersaulting on to thwack against the pillar box the flagpoles wimple flapping the strings against the pole repeated knocks copied the currents in the river though unseen save for the waving of the crops Margaret Ann Waddicor 29th May 2016
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
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