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Nov 2018
In the dark of night wind shrilled
he had to let go of the terror of which he was filled
soon came sun, ready to steal the spotlight
she danced and beamed, she was a delight
and wind accepted this defeat, he let his fear be stilled
my take at writing a limerick
April
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April  22/F/NJ
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   Danny, Benjamin and Em MacKenzie
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