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Feb 2017
It was a cold and bitter wind and it blew and blew. It blew through the trees and the little town too.
It blew past the houses where the children were sleeping. It blew through the key holes where peepers are peeping.
It blew down the streets that were shrouded in slumber, rattled the roofs right down to their lumber!
Michael Robert Triska copyright 2017
Michael Robert Triska
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Michael Robert Triska  51/M/Aubrey, Texas, USA
(51/M/Aubrey, Texas, USA)   
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