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Dec 2013
whistling through the countryside
whirling leaves into dervishes neath elm trees
wrinkling ripples atop waterways
wrapping it's cold paws about our shins
wildly whisking during a thunderstorm
window panes rattle when it blows
whoosh is a whipping winds sound
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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