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Aug 2016
The weather forecast says the wind
turned. It comes from the east today.
This weather was yours yesterday.
The molecules that make this moving air
Have chilled your skin, stroked your hair.
I turn my face to the wind
And through its chill your warmth is there.
Written by
Donald Oldham
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     Mack, --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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