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Dec 2011
On a porch,
that belongs to a small house,
halfway up the hill,
the wizard works her magic.

The wind blows,
And she tells it to stop,
And it does.
She commands it to start,
And it does.
She is the powerful wizard
And she controls
The world.
gg
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gg  Iowa
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