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Mar 2022
the wind
it blows in gusts
and picks up dust,
turns over trees
swirling leaves
flying debris

You cannot silence
the robin
he sings his song
all morning strong
at the top of the crest
throwing out his red breast

You cannot silence
thunder
the raucous clap
cuts the sky in half
with a lightening
zapping sting

You cannot silence
Injustice
the bells of freedom ring
over borders and seas
and so as with me
I won't leave quietly
sandra wyllie
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