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Apr 2010
The whispering  wind
How it cries at night.
Strong winds
Strong winds that
Carry secrets.
The winds drifts
Carries drifters that
Drift through the
NightThe drifter is quiet as is the wind he was carried came, quietly he’ll go.Like the  in by.Quietly he
whispering winds  secrets from long ago.
(c) 2000 Wayne Andrew Paskell
Written by
wayne paskell
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