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May 2020
Blustering, gusty, winds that blow,
Twisting trees sway to and fro,
Shadows dappled, clouds are low,
The brook it babbles, let it flow,
Sunlight peeks out, all aglow,
Iā€™m heading home but walking slow.

JDoyle
Written by
Janet Doyle  50/F/Pennsylvania
(50/F/Pennsylvania)   
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